Nan Boleyn, Nan Boleyn
Will you not come out to play
To grace our courts with clever wit
And flaunt you evil all the day
Will you not come to dance with us
And curse our men with charms
To laugh with the sound of a thousand crows
And mumble hexes filled with harms
Oh Great Whore whose wit has captured
The beloved king with dark arts mastered
Will you not grace us with your presence now
That little seed in you that makes all kings proud
Why darling Queen you look so high
With the little whore and the kings despise
That little finger you keep so hidden
The secrets of why you are now bed ridden
Oh little Nan, where is our prince
The one you promised has not been sensed
Does the great King know of your little games
The way you take the boys in foolish vain
Great concubine who steals all hearts
Your losing youth and the kings fresh start
That little bastard you try to claim
As princess is nothing but a lump of shame
Why little witch, why do you cry
This is not you palace
Your daughters not by your side
You gown is stained from many tears
Portraying the loss of all your years
The king cannot hear you now
No pleading could save a wretch from the ground
Not even a daughter could reverse the hold
That little Jane Seymour has so its told
So Nan Boleyn, Nan Boleyn
Please lay down you head
There is no place for a women
in court who is dead
Nan Boleyn, Nan Boleyn
don't weep it's not too soon
For no one will pity
A Queen who is doomed
Author notes
I am a through reader of all books from the Tudor period and I must say through all six wives of King Henry Anne's is the most compelling story. I don't think anyone who reads books about her can ever really like her for she was a bit of a bitch, but those who have read the books can understand me when I say that it is impossible not to respect her. You must bow down a little to a girl who rose from a rich merchants daughter to queen by simple wits and persuasion. I chose that name Nan in this piece, because that was her childhood nickname and she was quite ashamed of it. During a riot against her a crowd of ppl stood outside the palace chanting, "No Nan Boleyn For us!" I am not sure on the spelling of her last name. for her father changes it at some point to make it more English sounding. Please forgive me if i have it wrong. I am really happy that someone had a contest about the Tudor period. thank you!
A contest entry
- The Doomed Queen And Other Dark Options by Dead Hair.
450 points, ended July 7, 2007, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A really good poem and a very worthy winner, although
you do seem a little hard on Ann, the stories about
her where written in a period of superstition and
the King had a great need to be rid of her.
Dixie
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WOW!!! I was just surfing across the contests and this struck my eye. I also happen to be a great Tudor line buff. I really love the style that you used in this poem because it matches the teasing chants that were useed back then. The whole poem was an amazing sorta....I dunno. I cant even say what I am trying to. I did notice this though and I cant help but wonder if it was done on purpose. The first line and the last line together read
Nan Boleyn, Nan Boleyn
A Queen who is doomed
And that pretty much sums up the entire reign of Anne Bolelyn. I feel pity for the poor queen who only tried to have what she felt like was hers. The King did choose her first and she should have had rights to half of what was his for the rest of their lives. She was smart and brave to fight for these rights when someone tried to come along and take them away.
Really good job on the peice. I have never read a historical piece wrote so well. -
Awesome poem as always.
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You spelled her name right! I was a bit confused also, because the name used to be Bullen. It's officially Boleyn though. I'm so happy you entered this. I was afraid that I wouldn't get many entires about her that were as well researched as I would like. But you really do know your stuff!
Thanks for entering!
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