We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

12.8.25

The Virgin Queen

 

Why is it so surprising? Unbelievable; they had to

make up salacious rumours, disbelieving, making her

a cheat, a secret wanton – but not so extremely unnatural

as to deny the satisfaction of a male body inserted

between her royal thighs, into her female person.


She was wiser, I believe: having seen what men

may do to women who cede them the power

of possession. She, of all women, had the position

to retain power, supreme, but only if she never.


Also, perhaps, surrounded by schemers, such desire might kill 

a man she cared for. (Did she in truth care, as rumoured, for Tom Seymour, the tempterIt’s said he was handsome and charming, but 

we know she refused his early proposals of marriage.) In any case, 

virgin need not mean lacking: all power kept in her own hands.




(After revisiting material about the Tudor Queen Elizabeth, one of my favourite characters in history, and also reading Diane Seuss’s wonderful sonnets, which break nearly all the formal rules. I don't think this is quite a Seussian sonnet, which is characterised by very personal subject matter among other things, but it certainly fits the wide variety of contemporary sonnets.)



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