A goddess to fill the royal nursery with Tudor sons

King Henry VIII met Anne von Cleves privately on New Year’s Day 1540 at Rochester Abbey on her journey from Dover.  The king, accompanied by his few courtiers, arrived at the abbey with the intention to woo his bride with courtly love.  He went to Anne’s rooms disguised, so Anne,...

Oh my Eos!

This is one of my new poems from a novel: an appeal of the bridegroom in love to his wife whom he lovingly calls 'his Eos'.  I hope you will enjoy it! Oh my Eos, the dawn of my new life! May my two hands against your heart be for...

Poems of Anne Boleyn’s feelings before and after her coronation

During the coronation procession as Anne sees the people’s gloomy faces What shall this day bring to me, June?  A brilliance with every summer hue:  The cloud-white dream of happiness, Shot with the primrose sunshine through… Or shall my coronation bring me pain, People do not want me, their stillness...

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 – J. C. Plummer, an American 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, Coleen! Such a glorious and artistic creature! This filthy world does...