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| Image | Anne Boleyn |
What Grows Now At The Tower Of London
Tour guide points to field where the beheadings took place,
even the doomed spot where the inimitable Anne stood,
squinting at cerulean sky. Placid.
Did she consider how many pints of spilled blood it might take
to start a revolution? Fertilizer for something better? Wheat
for a loaf of bread?
Could you grow a person who lifts their face to a jaundiced
sun, who sees need to till those fields, drain moat, scatter
the sweetest seeds,
who builds cenotaphs of lamb's ears and lavender, wildflowers
to declare war on death for power's sake?
The fragility needed for ferocious times.
© Rhonda Melanson
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| Rhonda Melanson |
A graduate of Queen’s University Artist In The Community Education Program, Rhonda Melanson has been published in several print and online magazines and is a recent recipient of the Ted Plantos Memorial Award in Ontario, Canada. She is the author of two chapbooks: Gracenotes (Beret Days Press) and My Name is Mary (Alien Buddha Press). She also co-edits a literary blog, Uproar.
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