Dear Gruoch, good lady – your ear I beseech
Beware ambitions that seem just within reach
For though vile murder seems so simple to enact
The consequences that follow – your foes will exact
Bloody hands will become the least of your woes
For Macbeth and Thee – moving forests will bring low
Stick close to your virtue, let not greed stain your way
And long life you may enjoy – if good advice you relay
Your fortune requires no crown on husband’s head
Only grief will come of hands that are red
Be you then wise and wily, and full of insight
And shy from murder, and treachery by night
This poem is an edited version of one written in response to a call for submissions of “letters” to Shakespearean female characters.
*The name of the historical “Lady Macbeth was Gruoch ingen Boite.