Lilac and white contrast like day and night.
Standing in the garden waiting for the visitor to arrive Anne fiddled with her sleeves. She had a habit of pulling them down over her hands. She had never liked her hands, that stupid extra finger, no use nor ornament.
She watched the bees buzzing round the lilac and she wondered at how they never tired or grew slack in their travails. Bending down she picked a good size bunch of the lilac and a couple of roses and made them into a posey by wrapping them in her handkerchief. She took a ribbon from her elaborate dress and bound it neatly around the posey.
Anne looked at her handy work and smiled. Yes she thought an innocent gift for a visiting King.
Approaching the centre of the garden Anne suddenly shivered as a cloud momentarily blocked the sun. The lilac transformed into rivulets of blood, trailing down white skin.
A commotion brought her back to the present, the cloud and vision had past, though the doubt was there deep in her soul.
Her father and a very handsome man where approaching both smiling. “Anne” her father said “the King desires to meet you.”
Me though Anne, what would Mary think? Anne shook off her doubts and fears and decided to face this challenge. She also decided to do so, as much on her terms as possible.
As Henry took her hand and kissed it the vision of blood rivulets and white skin again coloured the garden. Anne blinked the fears away and smiled at the handsome king she was happy for now.
Above is another of my little plays on history, mostly imagination but based on fact.
It’s part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto Fragrance.
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Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
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Love this sis 💜
A little play on historical facts 💜💜
I always love takes like that 💜
Thank you Sis so do I …. I wonder what Barby and Ken would of made of it ? 💜💜💜
Do you want me to wake them from retiree t? 🙂😉
Definitely, indeed I loved them so much 💜
Will see what I can do. 💜
😁😁💜
A lovely historical piece, Willow. I really enjoyed this.
Thank you Robbie, I am glad you liked this. I often wish I could witness the little moments that spark history, don’t you.💜💜
Great story! Anne was sure to have visions of this sort!!
Yes indeed , some even said she was a witch 💜💜
I would believe that. The old ways were still hanging on at that time. Actually still today thankfully!! The way you brought visions in was streamlined and perfect!!💕
Thank you Jordy, I did enjoy writing that one 💜💜
Love this take on how Anne would have (might have) felt before Henry arrived. Loved it.
Thank you I like to take liberties with history
I am glad you enjoyed it 💜💜
If only Anne listened to those doubts… Nice one.
Yes she’d of kept her head and changed the course of history 😁💜
A lovely rendering, Willow. Poor Anne… no happy ending there…
No sadly not 💜💜
Thank you Sue 💜
Excellently told. Crispina just took me on a visual walk through the Boleyn Estate this week so it really worked for me!
Oh! That’s great to hear, I was using a broad imagination brush though. 💜
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
Thank you x
Wow, poor Anne. Hopefully she had a better ending than eluded.
No poor Anne Boleyn lost her head 19th May 1536 Henry wanted to Mary Jane Seymour 💜