Ridicule

Ridicule

“That’s ridiculous,”
she said,
and I am wont
to agree.

Ridicule of the peasant mother,
hands grasping the doorframe,
sheepishly peering out of her door
at her husband and children
who work the field
and expect dinner.

it took me a while to understand it, but when i did i only had praise for it. i apologize for the crappy critique, but can only beg you to leave it as it is - perfect. i loved how you put the first paragraph before the second, as well (if that made any sense.)

"and I am wont to agree"

I dont understand this bit. In fact I dont really understand any of it although it appears to be well written. I will have to go over it again and see what I come up with.

I haven't ever seen a poem with the word WONT in it... I forgot what It means...
in the conterxt, appearing to mean, persuaded and convinced... something like that....

I don't really get the history of this, is it based upon some sort of history?
I liked it though. Short... like a story, an introduction more like.