Nathans next poem is a beautifully written piece about Elizabeth I. In my opinion he really captured the strength we often associate Elizabeth with. If you haven’t read his first poem about Anne, click here! And you can find Nathan on his Facebook page by clicking here! …
Some of you may be aware of Nathan aka The Tudor Prince from his Facebook page. He is with us for the week with some poetry! Todays poem is a beautiful piece involving Anne Boleyn. Come back Friday to read another one from Nathan!
I love sharing new things I haven’t actually thought of on this site. So when Melissa (awesome name, by the
Todays post is Jessicas second piece, if you haven’t read her previous submission, click here! I think this fitting for the second piece, seeing as how the first was the beginning of the Tudor reign, and this, the end. A word from the author, The [poem] was written in May in the run up to Anne Boleyn’s execution anniversary. She was a woman with such an important historical significance and such a tragic end I had to write this. I always felt for Elizabeth and her older sister Mary as well actually. I’m a child of divorce so I can relate to them both. … Elizabeth and Anne On that day The 19th of May 1536 Death gave Anne his cold kiss The executioner swung And her life ended. But her legacy went on. For 20 years is not that long. When Elizabeth sang the final Tudor song. And on the 24th of March 1603 Death kissed a Boleyn once
Hello! I hope this Monday is treating you well! If not, I hope reading this post will bring a smile to your face, because I truly appreciate that you’re taking time our of your day to read this! I also truly appreciate Jessica for submitting this weeks posts! She has submitted some poems, and I’m pleased to be posting the first one today! A word from the author, The [poem] was written when I began to study the reign of Henry VII. His story and reign fascinated me and it just sprung forth this idea. I’ve also had such a love for Elizabeth of York and her parents. They’re fascinating people to me. … Roses of Blood and Winter A Welch Dragon and The English Rose A union that brought a war to a close Her beauty and grace knew no bounds As she sat with child beside her hounds Henri Tudor, seventh of his name The first of his