Anne Boleyn? Hans Holbein the Younger [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
(a response to Holbein’s sketch,
purportedly of Anne Boleyn)
So, is this really you? Those full lips
well kissed, I have no doubt,
your pretty duckys hidden, fit for ravagers
we call kings. Holbein’s profile, it
simply shines your intelligence, courts
with language, love and ideas,
perhaps a little too much for kings
and enemies to take, at a time
when your sex are meant to be
little more than slaves and vessels
for petulant princes.
But no one can stop me grieving:
I imagine you blink, turn
and smile at me. Oh,
you are strong and keen, yet tender
and kind like all mothers
and lovers should be. No wonder
other men may have dreamed
on those lips, carried away
by your verve, which only victors
ever get to call treason. Now I wish
I could touch your fine chin
and whisper: “Elizabeth—
remember Elizabeth!” My words
vanish into air like justice, while you
stare blankly through Traitor’s Gate;
but this little girl takes the better part
of you, better than any king before
or since, of this abject state
poem © copyright David F. Barker
nice….i really like the second stanza where you start to get into others response and then your own to her…No wonder
other men may have dreamed on those lips, carried away
by your verve, which only victors ever get to call treason…nice line, esp like the use of verve..
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I thought that was Jane Seymour.
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Loved this.Poor Anne was so set up.
What a coincidence. My piece was about another of Henry’s wives. LOL You chose Anne Boleyn and I chose Anne of Cleves because a house of hers in Lewes is quite close to where I was born and raised. Odd that we should both chose to write about Henry V111 wives though…LOL
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Really well crafted. Loved the fact that you started from the perspective of almost a voyeur looking in rather than doing a straight historic retell. At times this felt very decadent and your words were as fine as Anne’s lovely bone structure.
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Thank you! Yes, truth and beauty are what I admire most. I think Anne was beautiful in body and mind. So tragic, yet at least her daughter to some extent, lived for her.
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This is lovely. I especially like:
My words
vanish into air like justice
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Well, David… we seem to share a desire to represent Anne again and yet again. Who was she, who wrote her story?
I love your approach, starting with the sketch, the use made of her by artists and princes. The second stanza attempting to peel back some of the layers of who she might have been as a human being… but always the narrator’s connection. Exploring.
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Thank you Laurie!
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Interesting how the poem shifts tone as you reflect more on her as a woman
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Thank you so much Becky!
Yes, I’ve find her a fascinating and tragic figure too. She was ahead of her time, a woman showing she was more than a match for any man but living in a world that was even more male dominated than now. She was clearly intelligent, more intelligent than her oaf of a husband. I admire her incredible dignity on the scaffold, how anyone could do that, I don’t know; how any could murder, yes murder, such an intelligent and beautiful woman as this, I don’t know. Of course she was innocent. Her ‘true’ story, will of course, be never known. But…. Elizabeth, as I say in the poem, did manage to steer England through some tortuous times, a time when a monarch was probably needed. She did live the life that Anne could have. I’m now going to watch a documentary about Marilyn Monroe…
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David – a beautiful telling of her story – loved ‘But no one can stop me grieving: …” K
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love the very personal voice in this..
Now I wish
I could touch your fine chin
and whisper: “Elizabeth—
remember Elizabeth!…. great….
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Kathleen, thank you!
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Thanks Claudia! I appreciate it.
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The little duckys so sweet and sad. Brutal times. (We think today is bad. Well, it is bad! Still.)
Very well wrought, like the lined Holbein. k.
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I like the way you’ve expressed how she appears a woman ahead of her time by appearing to be intelligent as well as pretty, and not the biddable creature society required her to be. This really is a lovely poem.
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I agree with above “verve” is a great word. You even had me interested in her.
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The closing is my favorite part:
“My words
vanish into air like justice, while you
stare blankly through Traitor’s Gate;
but this little girl takes the better part
of you, better than any king before
or since, of this abject state”
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Terrific use of this image. I couldn’t stop looking at it and just imagining. Love to heard this “spoken word”, to hear it the way you intend it to sound. Very commanding piece of writing here bud.
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I like the lines “Those full lips well kissed, I have no doubt, your pretty duckys hidden, fit for ravagers we call kings.”
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I enjoyed the way you made a public person your own…
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“carried away
by your verve, which only victors
ever get to call treason. ”
Fine, fine writing.
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achy sad personal touching
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Gorgeous work.
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I have always been somewhat fascinated with Henry and his wives too! I love that you chose to write about one of them.
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Wow … those lips ~ I wanted to kiss them myself!
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What a great use of her lips as a starting point! Or focus point? I love that drawing too. (And I live that we both used the word “purportedly” in the first lines of our posts.)
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I love how you used her lips as a focal point. Great drawing indeed! And it’s funny how we both used the word “purportedly” in the first lines of our posts.
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i like a lot of the lines other people like, like “no one can stop me from grieving” and “no wonder other men…”
it’s great how you went back in time, and just focused on one character and got so into her
http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2012/08/05/events-concatenated/
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Lovely poem! She seems to have a watchful intelligence.
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I can get so taken up in the history of the Tudor era…so ripe with material for speculation. I like the conversational way you’ve presented this.
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I love the point of view, imagining that Elizabeth did in fact see her mother in this way. Gorgeous write. Thank you.
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Aah Anne ..what a life
how beautifuly your words sketch your thoughts
Now I wish
I could touch your fine chin
and whisper: “Elizabeth—
remember Elizabeth!” My words
vanish into air like justice, while you
stare blankly through Traitor’s Gate;….bliss
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Thank you so much Victoria, I always appreciate your comments and your poetry.
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Thank you Soma, you’re so kind!!!
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David this is just so smartly poignant and beautifully touching. It would be difficult to select just one stand-out phrase meaningful to me, but I liked the string of thoughts that come to me with “perhaps a little too much for kings
and enemies to take.” I am fascinated with Henry’s women and you’ve brought to mind the enigmatic qualities of Anne and her endurance and why we hold fascination after centuries…and I have little curiosity or interest in the King! Debra
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Oh, what a neat take on the sketch, talking back to her like this! Well done.
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Thank you very much Christi!
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Thank you so much Debra! I too have little time for Henry VIII and much time for Anne, a woman ahead of her time, so intelligent but a victim of the state.
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Thank you!
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Thank you!!!!!
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Thank you very much Pete! When you guys got rid of us in 1776 you also got rid of that monarchy baggage – a good thing?
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Thank you!!!!!!!
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We have our own baggage dude. 🙂
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If I have the chance to be a well known, figure from history, from the past, I’d definitely want to be Anne Boleyn! I admire her! And your poem … a perfection worth remembering. I’m going to have a little blogging break, but when I’m back, I would like to post your poem on my blog! Regards!
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Lovely poem, David…I like the two different perspectives in each stanza and one of my favorite lines is:
“Oh,
you are strong and keen, yet tender
and kind like all mothers
and lovers should be.”
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This is such a wonderful poem, DJ. An excellent reflection on the Holbein painting. As a historical fiction writer, I so admire the way you reflect on history in verse, creating a powerful image of Anne Boleyn as a resourceful, experienced woman who was also vulnerable. Your personal grief and direct speaking to her about her child Elizabeth is really effective and touching. I loved this!
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Thank you so much! I adore history and always like to bring it in to poetry, where I can.
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