Monday, November 30, 2015

Catherine

A court full of whisperers

Watches a young queen

All of twenty-three

The beautiful Catherine.


Of the House of Braganza:

The noblest Portuguese

The young queen's

A little ill-at-ease.


A tongue not her own

She shouldn't care to know.

On the throne sits the King

Of neither her faith nor fancy.


In her hand is a tea-cup

Painted and enamelled

The brew of the Orient

Now in cold, wet England.


She looks at her husband

A man with mistresses

Months into her marriage

Her life's already a mess.


Seven isles of Bombay

As dowry to England

She married Charles

To keep Spain away.


A tale of many empires

Alliances and conquests

But who shall know

What a woman's heart held?


- Eisha










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