Anne Boylen Poem by David McLansky

Anne Boylen



She smirks and preens,
Self-satisfied,
Her arrogance,
She cannot hide;
A ruthless quest,
Ascent to power,
The willing tool
Forged in a hour;
So clever in
The human game,
Secure now in
A royal name;
She smirks and preens,
Self-satisfied,
Her quirks and schemes
Now sanctified.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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