Portrait of Anne Boleyn, Henry’s second queen; a later copy of an original painted in about 1534 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This cup is full
Half blood, half molten gold
An offering before the king
This cup is full
No longer young
Half maid, half woman grown
Years passed so very fast
No longer young
Desire’s slave
Half fool, half wise
Splendid love from heaven above
Desire’s slave
A broken choice
Half loved, half loathed
Mother here but little cheer
A broken choice
An unheard voice
Half innocent, half lost
This tiny plea, forsake not me
An unheard voice
This cup is spent
Half acceptance, half fear
The head will fall to prove to all
This cup is spent
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I love the way this was set up, Helen! Excellent poem! 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
This is brilliant I love the duality! The illusion to the glass being half full or empty. I actually think of it as half full but only because I dislike drinking lol
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Thank you – I actually didn’t think of half full/half empty as I wrote it, but I can see why that occurred. I just started with a visual of a medieval goblet and it kind of went from there. 🙂
Well the subconscious is filled with brilliant ideas =)
An amazing play of words.. I really admire your work; the way it transforms into something you can feel.
Thank you so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
I was watching a documentary about Anne Boleyn the other night. I fell asleep unfortunately, but woke up at the bit where Thomas Cromwell was watching her get her head chopped off. I won’t say any more in case anyone hasn’t seen the ending.
I really sympathise with her. I know historians are divided about her but frankly I think she was a woman put in an impossible position and ultimately she suffered for that.
Sad poem.
Very well written.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂