A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
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The Prince and I fought for our lives in the<br />
Treacherous, marshlands <strong>of</strong> Wales and<br />
fought well.<br />
My husband died after only five months.<br />
There were many times when I wished it<br />
Upon me, I prayed to God to kill me<br />
So that I could be at peace, but I know<br />
That he was only building my strength for<br />
What I was to bear later in my life,<br />
So I would be a strong Queen <strong>of</strong> England.<br />
I was promised to his brother and then<br />
Cast aside before the almighty God.<br />
I spent years at the mercy <strong>of</strong> two men<br />
Who squabbled for money, squabbled for<br />
greed.<br />
Such a sin and such anguish for my fate –<br />
To be passed from place to place, to have no<br />
Money given to me by even my<br />
Father, King <strong>of</strong> Spain. Such shame to behold<br />
Upon his daughter, and such illness came<br />
Over me because <strong>of</strong> it. I pawned my<br />
Most precious belongings just to afford<br />
My servants, my ladies, my food, my home!<br />
When it was decided our marriage<br />
Was never to be, I found hope again.<br />
Our God took King Henry VII’s life<br />
And his son upheld his promise to me.<br />
He came to me when in my apartments<br />
And bid my ladies to leave. He bent close<br />
And asked, ‘Will you be my wife and my<br />
Queen?’<br />
His foreign tongue, most beautiful to hear,<br />
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I gladly accepted and we married.<br />
I stand before my silver looking glass<br />
On this most wondrous Midsummer’s Day,<br />
About to be crowned the Queen <strong>of</strong> England.<br />
I wear a graceful gown <strong>of</strong> white satin,<br />
And my hair is left loose, long down my<br />
back.<br />
I am most Godly to behold today.<br />
I was a wife <strong>of</strong> his brother, but now<br />
I am the wife <strong>of</strong> King Henry VIII.<br />
III<br />
‘Do you grant to be held and observed the<br />
Just laws and customs that the community<br />
Of your realm shall determine, and will<br />
you,<br />
So far as in you lies, defend and strengthen<br />
Them to the honour <strong>of</strong> God?’ A voice so<br />
Thick and powerful, it echoes as though<br />
God speaks directly through him, directly<br />
To me as I sit on my throne, high up<br />
On a platform, holding my husband’s hand,<br />
My King’s hand. I respond with confidence.<br />
‘I grant and promise them.’ And that I do.<br />
My golden crown fits nicely on my head,<br />
The ring slips gently upon my finger,<br />
The sceptre is strong, grasped in my right<br />
hand -<br />
The hand <strong>of</strong> the Queen Consorts <strong>of</strong> England.<br />
God shines warmly over us as we walk<br />
The streets together under canopies<br />
Held by barons to Westminster Abbey.