Ode to Petruchio: ad cupam

Author’s Note (for the doubters and the dreamers):

Let me say this clearly: I adore Petruchio. No irony. No agenda. No academic dissection with sterile tweezers. I listened to The Taming of the Shrew on audiobook—Petruchio performed beautifully by Peter O’Toole, rhythm pulsing like blood through wine-wet chambers—and I fell for him. The voice. The wit. The way he plays the game and wins by joyfully refusing to follow anyone’s rules but his own. I didn’t hear abuse. I heard mischief, erotic intelligence, a man who doesn’t mind a little mess in his muse.

This isn’t feminist critique or postmodern scorn. It’s an ode, plain and seductive. I love his refusal to be conventional. I love the way he tames not with cruelty, but with a world of playful reversal. His universe is ruled by moonlight and innuendo. By the end, I wanted to kneel. And mean it. Let the critics wring their hands—I’m pouring Irish whiskey and writing poems to the man who flipped the script with a wink.

Here is my love letter, written in all earnestness and a splash of lipstick. Enjoy.

Today is a special day for me, so I’m sharing three posts in celebration. They’re all woven together by the same theme. :)

Ode to Petruchio: ad cupam

He first sets out to woo

showing His earned strength

giants He hast slew

though her cawing goes its length


His voice to hers is calm

His responses mirror love

gaslighting is the balm

which changes crow to dove


she learns see moon from sun

according to His whim

she wants to see HIS FUN:

a world that's never dim


His Friends are all amazed

her obedience now legend

They see Their wives are crazed

next to Petruchio's brigand


He lets loose her sharp tongue

to chastise those lame wives

who did not call when comed

her words they fell like knives


"you disobedient nags!

Lest you all forget:

without Him you'd don rags,

your 'plaints'd be beset."


shrew CHOSE to obey her Lord

she'd kneel 'fore no other

His Mates are in accord

"Kiss me Kate," said her lover.


I love Irish whiskey. Visit me again in my dreams.

♪ “Taming of the Shrew, Pt. 3” by William Shakespeare ♪

This is the specific recording that made me fall in love with Petruchio. I recommend the whole play to any and all.


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