What time is it!?! SNIPPET SUNDAY TIME! Yay!

Once more, I have been a horrible person and skipped a week of my own meme. But, in my defense, I had no internet…soo… Anyways, whose ready for another round of my writing? I know I am. (Not really. This terrifies me to no end)

How to participate in Snippet Sunday:

• You share a snippet of your current work in progress or whatever else you are working on. A scene, dialogue, a whole chapter, a poem – anything goes. 
• Link your Snippet Sunday back here, and we can watch the world burn in our amazingness together
• Ta da! Snippet Sunday complete

This week I am going to post a short-ish poem I wrote inspired by one of my favorite parts of the Tudor history. Serious brownie points to whomever figures it out.

A court of thorns and roses rests

  shrouded in cloaks of glamourous

 conspiracy. Disorienting

  vibrant silhouettes flood

 the crowded courtyard.

       Masked in copious silks,

       faces masked with powders,

       stinging taunts soar through

       putrid air. Echoes whisper.

 Secrets revealed. Wasted.

      Smiles paraded on painted faces

      hide leers lurking beneath alabaster

      skin stained red by

      blood born of crushed blooms bonded

through servants tears.

      None behold the oak.

      The stained oak. That sordid oak dripping

      crimson into the malicious gathering. The fresh

      obstruction no longer entertainment.

 Finished.

      Raven gossamer caresses snow,

      floating helplessly in violent gusts.

     An unmarked target, they miss –

     a fracture births untouched air

 taunting ivory flesh. Left wanting.

     Russet marbles penetrate

     whispering reticence. Ethereal ink

     embraces decaying skin –

     dancing with phantom breath.

Entombed by passionate abhorrence.

     Magnificent delight

    dulled in betrayal by blood.

    A spectacle. Whirlwind. Commander

    of men. Seductress.  Mischievous. A witch at the right

hand of the king. A sister.

    Gone.

    Broken.

    Defiant.

    Beautiful.

    Forgotten.