A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
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My brother’s wife; we are punished by<br />
God.’<br />
I cannot believe it to be true, he<br />
Would have our marriage, our love nulled,<br />
he would<br />
Basterdize our daughter, he would insult<br />
And dishonour me... My emotions are<br />
Suddenly too sharp to stifle. Hot tears<br />
Mask my face, my words are inaudible.<br />
Henry cannot calm me. His excuses<br />
Come too fast and defeated, he withdraws.<br />
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I fear that I have sought myself further<br />
Injustice by pacing from the courts at<br />
Blackfriars. I did not even return<br />
The following day. I refuse to be<br />
Humiliated before a hostile<br />
Court and prejudice judges, when our case<br />
Is still to be tried in Rome. I have now<br />
Realised that I am not fighting men.<br />
I am fighting the devil himself and<br />
The witch who cursed them all with her<br />
magic.<br />
Henry’s court falls apart around him, he<br />
Loses his once favoured men due to my<br />
Refusals, but I will rescue his soul.<br />
I will save him from retched damnation.<br />
Henry and I now only see each other<br />
At formal events when we are civil.<br />
I remain the dutiful, humble wife,<br />
And ignore the slights as Anne is granted<br />
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My precious, heavy jewellery, jewels <strong>of</strong><br />
A Queen. She is no Queen and the people<br />
Loathe her. She presents herself to them and<br />
They reject her. They name her a foul witch,<br />
They hurl foods and faeces at her and the<br />
Soldiers struggle to shield her. If only<br />
Henry would see. We have been hunting at<br />
Windsor much longer than usual this year.<br />
I ponder over Henry’s intentions<br />
As I mend his best shirts. I long for his<br />
Touch and affections. My mind was<br />
engrossed<br />
With reclaiming Henry’s eye, that I quite<br />
Forgot his qualities that I pine for.<br />
‘Your Grace?’ I turn to the angst face <strong>of</strong><br />
My lady. I know the worst, but nod to<br />
Her to continue. ‘His Highness has left.<br />
Anne and his court are among him,’ she<br />
cries.<br />
I stand and cross to the far window where<br />
His men are still loading his gear onto<br />
Carts to be brought behind. ‘Never mind<br />
that,’<br />
My voice firm, yet inside I’m utterly<br />
Devastated and I must stand still to<br />
Cease my bones from quivering like a sad<br />
Child. ‘Fetch me paper and my sealing wax,<br />
I shall wish him Godspeed as a wife should.’<br />
My lady bows and departs to leave me.<br />
I fall into my chair. My hands fumble<br />
With the needle. My fingers slip over<br />
The silk. I work leisurely, astray to