An isolated realm of bliss

This is a poem about my current feelings written in a whimsical style with great imagery.  Those who know my life story well will understand what I mean to say in this poem. There is a little isle amid bleak seas – An isolated realm of garden and bliss, It circled...

The Muse for Coleen and Olivia

To J. C. Plummer (Coleen), who is my American friend and co-author of our Robin Hood Trilogy.   This poem is about the artistic Muse of two friends and co-authors, who communicate online because they live on different continents. Tender, warm breezes of creativity come In linking crescents, light and fleet,...

Earth smiles in its happy dreaming…

This is my new poem about what I want to feel and have in the future.  Those who know my life story well will understand what I mean very well.  Sometimes, poetry says personal things more powerfully and succinctly than prose. A flush, a glow on the winter skies of...

The Muse for true art lovers

A poem to my friend – Melanie V. Taylor, a British art historian.  Written in the lush and a bit whimsical Renaissance style, this poem is about the rare artistic spirits which are not understood by the modern world. Oh, Mell! Such a glorious and artistic creature! This filthy world...

Coronation of a Tudor Boy King

A Boy King Henry VIII died on 28 January 1547, leaving his son, Edward Tudor, to inherit the English throne. At first, Henry’s death was a secret even to his only surviving legitimate son, Edward Tudor. His uncle – Edward Seymour, Earl of Hertford – and Sir Anthony Browne escorted Edward...

The boy king of France

On November 1, 1179, fourteen year-old Philippe Capet was crowned and anointed at Rheims as King of the Franks. By the time of Philippe’s death nearly 44 years later, he had greatly enlarged and transformed his dominion, and he was the first French monarch to style himself as the “King...