On Bosworth Field

Richard III

 

On Bosworth Field

The newsreader says
he really wasn’t as
deformed
as we all thought,
maybe not even so evil

snap shot of the paper-thin skull,
brokenness
paraded for all the world to see,
memories of history
deeply buried,
like his bones

Richard Plantagenet,
child slayer,
loyal to York,
died fighting to keep control;
how easily his loyal supporters
switched their allegiance
to Henry

with 10,000 men,
the King fought against Lancaster,
this war of roses
pricking the heart of
the monarchy

alone, save for his loyal Thirwell
(who died—legs chopped—
still clutching the
King’s flag)

with his steed stuck in
Bosworth marsh,
eight blows unleashed
upon his head,
all hope was lost,
the King was dead

so how did he end up under a car park
in Leicester city centre?

Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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