To my great grief, Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder passed away on the 11th of October 1542 at Clifton Maybank House, Dorset, England. He breathed his last at the age of 38-39 – still young, capable of writing more beautiful sonnets which he introduced to the English literature. He is...
“The lurch and halt of my heart…”
Now I am totally engrossed in re-reading the final version of the first installment in the Anne Boleyn alternate history series. The novel ‘Between Two Kings’ will be republished in the fall, with God’s help. On the 1st of September 1532, in a special ceremony at Windsor Castle, King Henry...
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,...
Entrancing brown eyes
In accordance with my contract with my new publisher, I have the right to submit the final version of my novel ‘Between Two Kings’ about Anne Boleyn by the 30th of June 2020. Therefore, I am now polishing the manuscript, adding something and making some descriptions more compact. I’ve added two...
Bewitching Dark Eyes
My poem: an ode of someone in love with Anne Boleyn and bewitched by her dark eyes. I have more poems about Anne for my new version of the novel “Between Two Kings”. I drown my entire soul in your two eyes, As black as night that gives me paradise,...
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...
A hymn of Anne Boleyn’s heart
Hello to everyone! Today is another anniversary of Anne Boleyn's tragic death. As a tribute to the extraordinary Anne Boleyn, here is my poem written in Renaissance style, lyrical and a bit whimsical, about her thoughts in different moments of her life. My poem is a mixture of real and...
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...