By the end of the poem, it should be clear that the "majesty" in question is a woman -- but perhaps, I haven't made it clear!




Your Majesty

What scurvy villain would abhor Your Majesty?

Your might and mercy I implore, Your Majesty.

 

Poets and punks give props to your noble heart

In Lackawanna, in Labrador, Your Majesty.

 

Your splendour shines on sage and ragamuffin,

On base tycoon, on blessèd whore, Your Majesty.

 

Behold, the apples from your bounteous orchard

With seeds of grace wombed in the core, Your Majesty!

 

Restless bedlamites seek your healing glance:

Look upon Lazarus, salve each sore, Your Majesty!

 

From your proud footprints, vivid violets spring:

Acolytes genuflect, wretches adore Your Majesty!

 

Sweet tyrant, lissome potentate, pronounce!

Command me, I shall not ignore Your Majesty.

 

You have ravished me, O Wednesday morning star:

I forfeit all my strength and store, Your Majesty.

 

I've seen no features lovelier than yours

Since the April ice-storm of '84, Your Majesty!

 

I fling rose-petals before your delicate tread:

Where you have stepped, I kiss the floor, Your Majesty.

 

My golden words are spent, my wit's diseased:

Pray, reign in my soul's Elsinore, Your Majesty.

 

Poor Tom, he has not art to reckon his groans:

Mock not this feeble troubadour, Your Majesty.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-24 at 10:49

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Breviary
by Thomas DeFreitas