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Elegy for the Queen (of Hearts)


They sat through candlelight so starry eyed
in Europe's lovely Jewel; lonely Paris.
He asked four words; his stolen heart's demand:
"Will you marry me?" She did whisper, "Yes."
Her lips then lingered on his olive hand
and with that kiss their sorry fate was sealed.
'If,' 'if only,' such words are naught but sand;
upon that kiss did rumored lips depend.
The die was cast, the spiral flashed and wheeled.
Too soon they fled beyond all care or woe
from tabloid pages turned in shame, to legend.
No more glance at worldly cares will she bestow.
They sat through candle light so starry eyed,
so unaware the twists of fate; the nations cried.

No more the blighted bells will her hands ring;
the social ills of Aids, Mines, and Poverty.
Without her voice, we'll never better sing
and fill her subjects hearts with love to rally.
Her like in this sad life we will not find.
Could we return to that one fateful day!
Could I unwind the ceaseless hands of time!
For love of life I would but beg, Please Stay . . .
For but a year! or even one small hour . . .
to breath again compassion's flaming ember
and cause the people's wealth of love to flower.
We will do well if her we but remember.
Her sons and causes surely pay the cost,
without her loving arms, so sadly is she lost.

The Prince no longer fears the rising son.
His place is safe, the boy no longer rides
to soar upon his mother's silver tongue.
The Queen, she sits within her room and hides
dark truths too sad to share; sad, and too impure.
The Prince looks not behind his Mother's frown,
and does not see his place no more secure
than Mother Queen and monarch's cracking crown.
The Erin leader screamed for "Peace," surprised
while labor claimed the Eire word was true.
It did not last; the cracks too small in size
to make an end of bloody Erin stew.
For naught, such drunken sacrificial cost.
Upon that wicked web of war she has been lost.


© D. Winter
September 3, 1999, 2001

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Tags: american, dissent, poetry

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Comment by ZenDog on August 29, 2009 at 8:34pm
I always did admire Diana even inspite of her emotional neediness.

Can you imagine what it would be like to be trapped in a marriage where you know your husband is cheating, and that wasn't the original agreement at the outset?

Can you imagine being pressured to remain silent to maintain appearances simply because of position?

can you imagine being hounded by paparazzi 24 hours a day, 7 days a week?

I can. In fact, it seems I have one or two stalkers of my own. I do plan to kill them, as soon as I think I can get away with it -- or as soon as the many and various consequences cease to matter -- which ever comes first.
Comment by Maricel Evasco on August 29, 2009 at 7:30pm
I always did admire Diana even inspite of her emotional neediness.
She was a wonderful person and mother.
Thank you for sharing your eloquently beautiful poem.

Mari
Comment by Darkhairblueeyes on August 29, 2009 at 6:59pm
Beautiful and very well written ZenDog. She will always have a place in the hearts of people...and they will always remember her for her compassion...and sorrow.

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