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Monday, 7 February 2011

Queen poem

Catharine Howard 1525 –1542



Before I arrived at court
I had to darn my dresses.
Now the King desires
To posses me, I am given
The very best velvet to cover
My plump limbs.

Rubies, sapphires to wind
Around my neck,
And pearls to hang from my
Pretty white ear lobes.
The King whispers how
He is hard for me.

His breath smells of rotten meat,
His vast bulk repulses me.
He places a golden
Circlet on my auburn hair,
I allow him to grope my breasts.
A diamond ring; his hands
Bruise my thighs.

My family control this.
Grasping power as I satisfy
The royal bull.
A wisp of a Queen.
Pulled like sheer cloth,
Tenuously keeping all
Contented.

How I long for youth;
Smooth skinned young
Men to caress and love
Me until I become liquid.
So all I can see is light
And I forget the King.