Good Queen Anne: A Poetical Tribute


The Muse is an unpredictable creature, who sometimes whispers to me and sometimes sings to me, and sometimes keeps a cold silence. Tonight she sang, and as a result, I give you this tribute to Anne,  queen to Richard III. There may be some errors in meter–I confess I do not always hear my Muse perfectly–but please be assured, this rhyme comes straight from the heart.

Anne, my sweet, frail flower

Sacrificed  for the sake of power

Forced to marry a cruel and vengeful youth,

You kept within your heart the shining truth.

To lie with him you did abhor,

For you were bound to the white boar.

Death freed you from Lancaster’s wretched grasp,

Only to place you in Clarence’s cruel clasp.

In a cook shop you languished,

While all thought you had vanished.

Yet as Romeo would not be parted from his love,

Richard could not forget his gentle dove.

All he sought was your fair hand,

He cared nothing for your land.

Through London’s streets he paced by night,

While you continued in your helpless plight.

Good Lady Fortune led him to your side,

And you at last became his bride.

To lie with Richard, oh, such bliss!

Nothing like Lancaster’s cold kiss.

But now the door we must close,

On the wedding night of our fair rose.

Jeff Borden usually finds it best to keep his poetical gifts to himself, but was impelled to share this in the memory of the one true king’s one true queen.


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