THE OTHER WOMAN

THE OTHER WOMAN

From the poisoned chalice

She drinks her wine

Philimidia the callous woman

Poured the powder

In the chalice

With malice on her wicked face

She watched it dissolve

And became atoms: invisible

indestructible

Of The red wine.

Red: the fair queen's

Favoured hue!

In wine and in complexion

Whether the roses

Or the king she adored

The King's mistress had other designs:

Her ambitions she wants to satisfy!

Divorce the queen!

She ordered the king

The King wouldn't hear

Her nonsensical words.

This was a king of impeccable

Practice of Roman catholic religion;

His morals, corrupt

So the liberals, he slew

Many damsels frequented

His feathered bed.

Often!

The Queen, she knew.

Her King was only mortal

And a man, she excused.

The wicked Philimidia had her designs

On the king and the crown.

So she poured the powder

In the chalice

And offered it to the fair

Queen smiling a serpent's smile.

Philimidia, the Queen could

Not read for she was a sister

Born two minutes after.