Poem -
Joanna...
“There is nobody to pray to; or else he isn't listening.
Tell me, did you love your husband?”
because my heart is in a noose...
clutched in my bleeding hand, is a piece of glass
that I had stepped on and pulled out of my foot
a path of red footprints follow me wherever I go
you say I imagine things too much
you say I am hysterical, delirious and such
so in my delirium I will stay and
in my room where you have locked me, I will obey
away from the kingdom you have taken from me
now I rule nothing...and I see no one...no one but you
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~ A poem for Queen Joanna of Castile aka Joanna the Mad from ‘The Spanish Princess’. . .
Lovely dramatic write...enjoyed x
thank you thank you Marion 💙
Last week I was so stuck too in freezing, ancient anger, that I could not sleep. My wife had to come to the deepest hell, to unlock the door, otherwise I would have remained rigid in bed. I made peace with the client unwittingly (and partially in his right) because of her. Am finally, at 63 (minus 6 weeks) growing up. No man or woman has the right to rule anybody, any door should be left open. I wish freedom for the I in the poem