Catalina

 

 

 

And when its all closing in, will you

still try to breathe, your hands flat against the wall

pushing, pushing away

at that stone barricade

Oh how they pulled back your hair and

sang of glory and principalities

Your fingers snug against the banister

with only a hint of

what might be recognized as

pride

Those pagan banners fell to the

ground like

the wails of their ghostly hearts

blood gripping against

flesh and mudd

Boot trampling the turmoil,

Heads held high with triumph

though you knew the lie all the while

So did he take your sordid face in his

unrelenting hands

Pretending, oh what a pretender,

that he fell inlove again

Oh My Pomegranate, Oh my sweet Empress Divine

Those treacherous words did you remember

as the tower stood tall among the pines,

where your days would be reigned by darkness

while on your own throne a girl reclined

 

Oh gracious one, with patience kind

Oh fearless one, with god resides

Oh dear love, Oh righteous face

You took your love to traitorous fate

You promised your love to your dieing mate

You bid goodbye, to all your life, wait

Oh such a lie, Oh such a waste

 

Did the moon hang high that night

her rested head on pillowed might

Her ivory skin so clean and cold

Her glare still skillful, sharp, and bold

Did her ladies mourn her soul, as she

smiled, praying as she let go...

Author's Note

This is based on the life of Katherine of Aragon, Queen of England

I'm not at all satisfied with the ending, any suggestions would be nice...I will be working on this all night, and then will probably revise it again.
My poems lately have been coming and going in odd ways, leaving me baffled when I cannot seem to finish one before I start two more pieces. Eh, maybe some form of writers block, I suppose...

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

you certainly tackle the big ones...a heartfelt write