Thursday photo prompt: Fragrant #writephoto

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.

Hever Castle

She was young, well schooled  and travelled

She spoke French  and had modern European ways.

All bode well for her until she met Henry and her life unravelled.

She had a book of hours  but she became Anne of a thousand days.

 

She wanted to marry Henry Percy

But without her father’s permission this was not to be.

She was banished  to Hever  Castle  her father showing  no mercy.

Her sister was at  Henry 8th’s  court in fact she she was Henry’s Queen bee.

 

Henry spotted Anne when she visited her sister Mary

He fell in love with the slip of a girl

She was older  but more alluring, out shining  poor Mary.

The king was soon entrapped  his heart in a whirl.

 

 

Heaver castle  today

Heaver castle today

Soon Henry  was a visitor at Heaver Castle

Arriving  with his court and entourage, larger  by the day .

He courted  Anne  with all his might,  such a rascal

She knew how to keep him keen  by not letting him have his way.

 

Sadly Anne could only produce a daughter

She did her best  to keep Henry on her side

No way could Anne produce a son  so he sent her to slaughter!

I think Henry loved her , I think for her he cried!

 

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Well not  one of  my  best poems  but today  hubby  and I went  to Hever  Castle  Home  for a while  to Anne Boleyn.  We had a IMG_20140921_114821777

Castle  from the bridge

Castle from the bridge

beautiful day and I look lots of photos  some  here shown  below. IMG_20140921_114829408

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