Lady Anne
Lady Anne was no lady born,
That ill-favored daughter of Thomas.
Born without beauty or grace or charm,
Her intellect she was prided.
Maid to the Queen of France she was,
But queen she was to become.
Ruling by King Henry's side,
Queen Catherine then was outed.
Doomed she was to die to soon,
She and her brother also.
Doomed to die by swordsman's axe,
For a daughter she bore the King.
Copyright ©2009 Nannette Louise Wilson
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dreams | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| End My Pain | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Touched by an Angel | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| To Whom it Concerns | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Why the Game? | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| once | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| San Francisco | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| You or Me? | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Betrayal | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Unless | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Lady Anne | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| The Girl *some changes from original version | -3 | 05/20/2009 |
| My Child | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
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