Catherine Howard
Catherine Howard, King Henry VIII’s fifth wife, was executed Feb. 13, 1542, on charges of adultery without a trial. She was 19.
In shadows and sin
I gave my love
– and gladly
to my darling Tom
He pledged to free me
from that gorbellied beast
those oozing wounds
his sour kisses
that festering body
crushing the breath from me
Baited like a bear
– chained
by my family’s ambition
I won a throne
clawed for escape
– and now the ax
will be my release
In my cell, with borrowed block
I have knelt and practiced death
a dozen times
I know its steps
surer than any dance
they may take my head,
I’ll not surrender my heart
May the devil damn them,
those parched souls
and starched faces
flaunting glittering gems
sharp as avarice
sparkling in their eyes
I do not forgive them
nor the rotting old man
peeping behind a curtain
to watch me die,
too cowardly
for splash of blood
I rest my naked neck
as gently as a lamb
upon the block
already bloodied
slick and warm
on my white linen
I die a queen,
but would I lived
for just a day
as Culpeper’s wife,
dancing freely in the fields
gathering spring bluebells
I am not sorry,
but I do fear
the cleaving,
I dread
the leaving
If they ask of me,
tell them
I loved
(With gratitude to Meditations On Permafrost for his graceful suggestions.)



Man, it makes her feel fierce and young instead of distant and dusty. The anger and wanting sit right next to each other, and that hurt in a real way.
“I have knelt and practiced death” - what stony self-determination in that line.