A Beautiful Friendship- World Poetry Day


It was brilliant to see British actor, Olivia Coleman, honoured at the Oscars a few weeks ago. I’ve saved her speech to watch when I need cheering up…the perfect combo of emotion and humour !

The Favourite starring Olivia Coleman is the story featured in ‘The Room of Quarrels’ in The Enchanted Palace, commissioned by Historic Royal Palaces for Kensington Palace 2010-2012

Happy World Poetry Day!

 

A Beautiful Friendship

Things happen

to this princess

who lives

in a time

long ago.

She is born weeping

and doesn’t seem

to be able

to stop.

As a toddler

she is sent

away

to visit

the Royal Oculist

of France.

No mama.

No papa.

No sister.

Just her

in her golden frock

holding her small lapdog.

All who look after her

just seem to die.

Her grandmother.

Her aunt.

When she comes home

it is her mother’s turn.

ENTER THE STEPMOTHER.

She is ousted

She is loveless.

She is cared for

by others.

 

The princess is sad,

bored,

lonely.

Until one day

she meets

a girl

to play with.

She is gorgeous,

funny,

clever

and a bit bossy.

She is

everyone’s favourite

and,

Surprise!

she is willing to become

the shy, plain princess’s

best friend.

They can

whisper,

hold hands,

tell secrets

and dress up

in each other’s clothes.

They have

a make-belief

world

under

the kitchen table.

The princess

always follows.

Her friend

is the bossy one

and she likes that.

 

Time passes.

They grow up.

There are weddings,

there are sorrows.

there are many

tiny burials.

And still the friends

meet

in their kitchen domain.

Now the princess

is Queen

and her friend

is the Mistress of the Robes.

There are intrigues.

There are betrayals.

There are WARS.

They run

into the kitchen

no more.

The Queen

is burdened

with Queenly concerns.

Her Lady

presumes too much.

The Queen turns her back.

She will be bossed no more.

It is the end

of a beautiful

friendship.

 

When friends so fast part forever

their bitter words etch through the walls

and leave a trace.

You can hear them still.

 

Poem: WildWorks/Mercedes Kemp

Images: WildWorks/ Steve Tanner



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