Shirley Spycalla


And The Nation Cried - Poem by Shirley Spycalla

Reflections on the death of Princess Diana

And the nation cried,
As the word spread
Faster than the
Spoken word of God,
Because a princess died.

My morning tea, interrupted,
Unattended, grew cold
As did my heart, frantically
Pumping veins of blue.

I had hoped for a new beginning
For Charles, my heir, and for
His two sons of royal birth,
An end to the ugly now.
And so the nation cried.

But where was I in this farce?
Was I not Elizabeth,
Daughter of a King?
Didn’t I rule the waves?
Inside of me, my racing heart,
Like my tea, was fearful cold,
But not, I assure you, with grief.

The Union Jack at half-mast,
I blinked, willing the tear away.
Yet, unheeding, it flowed
Slowly, caressing my frozen cheek
Like a tiny wave
Kissing an Arctic shore.

The tear slowed, paused,
As if waiting for another,
But none other came.
There! I am strong!
I really am Britannia!
And I do rule the waves
As a Monarch should!

So it was that while the nation wept
In profusion for a fallen princess,
I, against my royal decree,
Shed a solitary tear!

'18 Feb 2002, Montserrat'

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 16, 2006



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