Elizabeth

Nobody has ever loved you.
Not your father ,
Who wanted you to be his son.

Your mother could not possibly love you.
She paid the price for your audacity,
How dare were you born the way you were.

Your rebels did not stop inside the womb.
You read and read and wrote and wrote,
Learned.

Knowledge gave you freedom
Of the mind and the faith,
You could flow against the tide
and dance amidst the rain.

Passion , Amore arose in you,
Made you weak for a time
But Fate had other plans for you,
As you were put in exile.

But times had started to change,
Your stars shining bright
As your kin became dimmer,
Your sun was in broad daylight.

You were never a game player
With in experiences abound,
Yet you learned so fast that
You surprised all your peers.

They all despised you,
Hated you for your faith
They tricked and treaded you,
But you still held your gait.

When love and trust played games with you,
You wondered what was wrong
You thought of breaking apart
But instead chose to be strong.

You assumed responsibility of your fellows,
Forgot you were not a man
It is not the love for one that would set you free
But was the love for all.

Swords clashed and treasures swelled,
You scorched the Irish and the Spain
Made friends with barbarians and Ivans,
As time passed in vain.

Age made amity with you,
Your body grew weary of thee
Loveless and Manless your heart remained,
Strength and grit started to flee.

Time fell asleep onto your right
As you sat alone in the dark,
Death started lurking over your left shoulder
While Putti dispelled the reigning monarch.

O you were never understood,
Nor were you ever cared
Love & lovers remained a foreign subject
Who with you always tared.

A thousand you's were born before
A thousand you's came after,
The story remained same for all of them
They all are a sad chapter.

I wonder when the bell will ring
The door of darkness closes,
Amidst a barren, desert land
There will be a garden of roses.

© Nothing Personal. November 01, 2010.

Reviews

[Dushyant Thadani]

Beautiful work. A reflection of many societies where a daughter is considered as a burden, and a son is yearned for throughout. Such works should reach out to these societies and should stop all the social issues like female infanticide. Great Work. Cheers and Thank You for writing this

[Sarah J. Kelleher]

This is beautiful. The rhyme scheme helps it flow, though became awkward in some stanzas as sentences were changed around to find the correct rhyme. (I know the feeling, it gets harder and harder to do as you go along.) But overall, you've pulled off a story in which the emotions are almost tangible. Well done, NP.

[Julie Beth]

its beautiful great job :)

[Shelly Braen]

Gorgeous. Your style is unique, very modern art with a classic hue. Marvelous combination. The woman you speak of here, is truely a model for all women. Queen Elizabeth I was a mother, a father, a warrior, and a lover, to England. She is a very strong character. The way you speek of her as someone you once knew and loved, as if you watched the whole tale unfold in person. I adore it all. You sir ( or madame), have a gift, a crystaline gift.

[Truman S. Booth]

I like that it slides into a rhyme scheme. I've never seen that before.

I don't know much about the Queen, but it seems that despite its title this poem branches far beyond her, despite its many direct historical references. Well written.

[JanieB]

Very well written.

[Alice.Valkyrie]

this is beautiful, I especially love the last four lines, and the last two are so...wow.

[Chipgirl]

wow this was really good

[hannajade]

there is some amazing lines in there(:

[Ruth]

To find happiness after such despair! Wow! This truly rocks love, serious kudos!
A beautifully emotive poem!
xx

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is fantastic! we seriously need more poems like this! people don't write about history as much as they should, wonderful! i can't say enough good things about this piece of work!