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Rachel Pithers Poem
Henry the Eighth,
A tempestuous Tudor Prince,
Six marriages,
All doomed to toss in the sea of fate.
The fair Spanish princess was first,
Wedded to the King of England,
She died alone and rejected,
Shut out of the warmth of his heart.
The temptress cometh,
A dark English maiden,
Seductively beautiful,
Her hold cannot last,
The tide swelled against her,
No male heir for England,
A silver sword stole her life.
Beautiful, far and modest,
Another English maid,
Destined to be the third Queen of England,
Succeeded where others couldn't
A son was born,
A mother and Queen fell,
Her shadow lingers in the palace still.
Fourth in line a German princess,
A Flander’s Mare the King pronounced,
Displeasing to his eye,
A marriage crumbles,
She lives to see another day.
A mischievous sprite,
Captures the eye of a King,
A voracious flirt,
She lost her head,
A fateful lesson learned and,
Paid for with her life.
Last in line,
A sweet and gentle woman,
She nursed him to the end.
His last breath was drawn,
A life snuffed out.
She lives to see,
His children inherit
A turbulent throne.
First the precious Prince Edward,
Then Bloody Mary,
Last in line- the Virgin Queen- Elizabeth.
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Rachel Pithers Poem
Two hearts,
Many miles,
Thousands of footsteps,
Apart from one another.
What binds them both,
Is love, deep and true,
Coursing through the veins,
Seeping through the soul.
Despite the miles,
Like a heartbeat,
Their love does not falter, nor flicker for a moment.
Despite not seeing each other’s faces,
Holding one another close,
Or sharing intimate moments,
Their love continues its cycle.
Because of the miles,
Love leaves a track, a track of despair,
A path of tears, a trail of sadness.
But at the end of the path, the sun does shine,
As two hearts reunite,
Dancing to the beat of love, the beat of desire.
Like their love it is relentless,
Deep and passionate,
Just like the sapphire sea.
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Rachel Pithers Poem
The trees,
Resplendent in their golden glory,
Shed their leaves,
One by one,
Day by day,
As autumn and winter tighten their grip.
Ice settles, snow falls,
Winter is here once more.
Animals lay beneath the earth,
Upon which we tread,
Deep in their slumbers,
Awaiting the first buds of spring.
Crisp mornings dawn,
The virgin snow,
Pure and white,
Transforms the land before us,
From hamlets and villages,
To towns and cities,
Mother Nature adorns her domain.
Reluctant to let go,
Winter releases its grasp,
Buds swell and festoon the forest with colour,
Birdsong fills the skies,
Sunlight bathes the trees once more.
People emerge, as if from sleep,
To tend animals and crops,
As the Earth once more enters springtime.
A time of life and birth
A time of hope and joy,
A time of fragility,
For winter is never far away.
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Rachel Pithers Poem
1000 eyes are watching me,
Watching from above,
But neither one could foresee,
The tragedy, the love, the joy,
That comes in and out of my life,
Like a never ending tide,
As I look to the stars,
Shining in the sky,
I wonder who can see me now.
And what would they make of me and my life?
Eyes are everywhere,
Everywhere you go.
Copyright © Rachel Pithers | Year Posted 2014
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