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]

I love the story of Elizabeth the first she was a great women, although she did have lovers. And I believe she was truly the son Henry the 8th always wanted, if he had lived long enough to see her, he would have truly been busting with pride. She was his favorite out of all his daughters. I think the thought of her father telling her she wasn't good enough kept her driven, it made her want to be better. Also the thought of not being like her father also most likely made her so driven.
Also I think the 2 stanza last line is messed up. Good poem!

[Bette]

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!love it

[Dark Empress]

Beautifully written. Amazing poem. This flows very well. Great work.

[Lindsay]

Historical fiction is so often presented in a corny and immature way. In this case, you have transcended the norm and written another elegant piece. I really admire your style. I'd like to see more historical pieces in addition to this one.

[Goodbye]

A great poem and empathic look on many levels into a woman's strength, a woman's lot. There is the historical, the metaphorical, and the personal all embodied here.

Excellent...

really highlighting this issue- good reflection.

'A thousand you's were born before
A thousand you's came after'

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This told a great story, very remarkable. :]

[MuSe Ampoule]

Excellent! It felt deeply personal! The story of a writer (or that's how I took it).
I thought this was brilliant:
"You could flow against the tide
and dance amidst the rain."

[Coyote Poetry]

The story is powerful in this poem. Started with disappointment and then the story got more darken with statement of loss and life journey. I like the ending. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Unruly]

I love this soooooooo much!