cowards and crowns

The Suicide King besought a Queen

Blood diamond redemption

In her eyes

More criminal than aristocratic

A royal tragically unqualified

Let us behold, Joan of Arc

In her ardency, bewildered

By the Mad Monarch

On his stolen throne

Mercurial, tempermental

Dull sword to temple

There’s never a frown

With cowards and crowns

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

 

artwork: Karen Watson

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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