Sleek and graceful was she,Her hair flaming red,Her eyes like golden amber,Her skin – silk and cream. Sleek and graceful was she,The new English queen,Her hands – white wings,Her smile – pearls in the stream. Sleek and graceful was she,The new Tudor rose,Her voice- silver and crystal,Her feet never touching ground. Sleek and graceful wasContinue reading “Elizabeth/Raleigh’s song”
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The frail of heart
The frail of heart does frail a promise giveAnd keeps it while the weather’s fair and well,Forsaking them as storms do settle inTo stay for days or hours on end Sometimes the beauty treacherous may proveWhilst it beguiles or at distance keepsBut should you closer come, it burnsWith absence of the soul or inner peace.Continue reading “The frail of heart”
My caged heart doth voiceless music make
My caged heart does voiceless music makeIts wretched state prevents it from all joy,My heart is mute, albeit for beauty’s sakeIt tries to sing – and loses voice. My heart does watch as memories rotIn bloodstained earth and dampen’d floors,My heart’s cage is by passions wrought,It holds my heart in hate and woes. My heartContinue reading “My caged heart doth voiceless music make”
My heart is chain’d
My heart is chain’d to those whom I have loved,As is my mind to those who have my hatred bourne,My soul is weak, yet never is deniedIts right to leave its grave of blackened stone. When it does leave, in hours of pale moonlight,It often goes to where my true love lies,It cries in vain,Continue reading “My heart is chain’d”
Would I to win the crown
Would I to win the crown for your fair glance,I would have battled, fought and warred for days on end.I would have risked it all for swift embrace,For one brief word, for touch of hand. Would you to love me then, as you did once,Or would you let me perish,pray?Would you to let me die,Continue reading “Would I to win the crown”
Don’t leave me thus
Don’t leave me thus,All drunk by beauty rare,Enchanted by the eyesAnd hope so vain,That grows within the soulTo wither fastIn cruel light of truth-I pray, be kind to me:Don’t leave me thus. Don’t leave me thus:I am outdone by farBy richer silks,By golden threads so fine,By wreaths bedeckedBy gems beyond compare,By gifts of kingly stubbornContinue reading “Don’t leave me thus”
Mistletoe
Mistletoe shimmersWhere once was my heart.Silver leaves of coldFreeze my thoughts.Mistletoe poisonRuns in my blood,And darkness fallsOn my broken chest. Mistletoe brightensThe gloomiest days,Bringing joy to the wise,Crowning the kings.Mistletoe bleedsThe brightest of hearts,And spring shall comeNevermore. Mistletoe makesThe finest arrows and darts,When it’s malice thatGives thought to the making.Mistletoe kissesThe life goodbyeGiving it asContinue reading “Mistletoe”
Hödr/Darkness
From the darkness I watch,Yet I am not blind.Cold has forged my sword,Mistletoe blood runs in my arrows.Hödr is my name,I slew Balder. Black is my armor,Clear is my mind.In the dark I abide,Yet it never blinds me.Night gave its silksFor my blindfold. My bow – silver and ash,My hand never misses,Through the darkness IContinue reading “Hödr/Darkness”
Sonnet
Say hello to Sir Thomas. He is surely up for some poetry. Sir Thomas being of course the brilliant Tudor courtier and poet, Sir Thomas Wyatt, who’s taken to visiting while I’m working. He first came through while I was reading his biography Graven with diamonds. He’s quite a frequent guest, and a pleasant company.Continue reading “Sonnet”
Hampton Court/ The ghosts
They are everywhere. The gallery, the halls, the stairs. They whisper, they call out, they shout. The ghosts. Worried, troubled, anxious, nervous- paler than the moonlight. Agitated, excited, bereft, mournful- locked in time. The ones now gone. ‘You need not have come, you shall be in trouble’ , says the hushed voice. ‘He shall seeContinue reading “Hampton Court/ The ghosts”
Into the Unknown 