I'm not a Monarchist but I don't hate
The Queen. I lied to her when I was nine
At Finningley it was. We had to wait
For ages for her standing in a line
She asked me if we had a special day
Off school to come and see her and I said
We did. We didn't. She went on her way
And no-one came to say 'Off with her head'
She's just a person. I thought she was small
And looked a bit like Mum, except the nose
She didn't make a mark on me at all
Until today. It's funny how it goes
I saw her on the telly cross the road
In Enniskillen and the tears flowed
© Gail Foster 2nd June 2022
(During The Queen's visit to Enniskillen in 2012 she visited St Macartin's Cathedral and then crossed the road to the Roman Catholic Church of St. Michael)
Categories:
monarchist, england, forgiveness, history, ireland,
Form: Sonnet
Revolution
I heard the sobs it came from under a bridge of a stream, and
found a rejected prince with torn uniform crying, the country
he had given duty to, opening supermarkets, had gone republic
and overnight he had to leave the castle, his toys, and his polo
horses and charmed life. I commiserated with him asked what
had happened to his horses. “They were made into salami and
sold cheaply to the poor people of Napoli.”
This made me angry and almost a monarchist, it is not right to
take revenge for years of inequality on horses. I took the prince
home, gave him a shower, he wanted me to scrub his back but
I said as he was a commoner now he had to do that himself.
It took a bit of time to teach him how to be working class saying
“****” and “bloody” every so often... Being the new elite, there
always has to be one, I got him a job as a bus driver...and he is
still driving the bus between Liverpool and Garston, calls it a royal
duty and who am I to argue? I live in his castle.
Categories:
monarchist, uplifting, me,
Form: Blank verse
I see the tears
Falls from the eyes of the innocences
I see the guts
It’s moving swiftly into waste
There’s no place to hide
The war has already begun
It’s the rise and fall of a kingdom
The management of the regal company
The people are crying
Shed the tears of heaven rain
The world is getting old and so are we
And somehow I feel so hopeless
There is a scene of grievance
The melancholy of the invisible people
The scene you neglected to see
And it’s real so don’t think something surreal
I am weak without armor shields my skin
But I want to fight out there
I think the world needs millions of souls
Souls who will fight for it, to defend it
I want to see a different world
Where the people help others
Leave aside all the differences
Fight for a better life, a better world
Buried all the capitalist and the monarchist
Because this inequality is contagious
Most of them are dying for food and education
This is the actual scene of grievance
But take a look at them,
Drinking from the river of gold
Trying to tear down the existence of the world
They’re turning dirt into gold but love into hate
The world needs help
But how can I help?
Categories:
monarchist, social, world, people, people,
Form: Free verse