Robert: You lied, traitor, you call yourself a wife.
Emma:How can you judge, you don't know the whole tale.
Robert: I know the tale perfectly well. My life...
Emma: It's always about your life without fail.
Robert:You and the children are always put first.
Emma:You had no minutes for me on your clock.
Robert:Time for you when you and him have the worst.
Emma:You gave no pleasure it was you and scotch.
Robert:For five years, you both got a flat. Our son?
Emma:I promise you he's yours and only yours.
Robert:Out of my sight we are finished and done.
Emma: That's it,the end of it, end all the wars.
Robert:I hate you,fires of pure fury burns.
Emma:I love you, it is not yet our turn.
You managed pentameters brilliantly almost throughout (apart from Lines 8, 13 & 14), and this is an excellent, insightful and creative poetic response to the play. But the challenge (as it was for sugadust) is to work out where the iambic rhythm is still eluding you.
ReplyDeleteLines 6, 9, 10 & 12 are all iambic, but the others are let down by at least one foot or syllable: see if you can find them?