Rise and Fall of Anne BoleynMy Lady IcarusMore Like This
rose like the black-checkered
queen and set your sights
with the world already
tilting beneath your feet
you sought to reach
what even fate could not bestow.
By night's shadow
you weaved your own
wings upon which you
believed you could fly
but even you, moon faced
beauty, where women could
only hope to reflect
the light of men,
was scorched by passion.
Wanting more than
the scraps that were given,
how your pale fingers reached out
what should not be touched
and you were burned
by lust and ambition
for not even you
could hold the sun between your hands
For how can he,
with the world before his feet
know any but the love of self,
how he has always
burned through the hearts
and beds of women,
until nothing but ashes were left.
For one brief
you thought you had conquered
all, and you beheld
but it was too all consuming
as a bird on broken wings
Mary BoleynI may as well have no will.More Like This
It is cruel of God to give women volition,
for our entire lives we strangle it,
choke it back,
wish it to forget everything it wants to say.
God should have muted us,
made us pretty dolls with painted mouths
that never open,
wrapped in velvet and silk,
for I will die of blood loss
from biting my tongue
against this need to express want.
God should have smothered our desire,
for I cannot murder it with my own hands.
Let me return to Hever, to my bastard children,
so we can walk through gardens
of foxgloves, honeysuckle,
and ride our horses
with no destinations.
Let me lead my quiet life in Rochford
with my third attempt at love,
away from my brother the sodomite,
my uncle Lucifer, and my sister
whose only future is the scaffold.
Why Each Saints Spiritual Path is Different...Why Each Saint’s Spiritual Path is Different, and Yours is TooMore Like This
by COURTNEY KADERBECK / SETON MAGAZINE
It seems that no matter what I do or where I go, I am busy comparing myself to others, to the point of comparing my spiritual life to that of fellow Catholics, and even condemning myself for failing to “match” another soul’s holiness—as if sanctity were a contest.
Take Catholic devotions, for example. If I find myself failing to wholeheartedly embrace a devotion practiced by many zealous Catholics, I feel that there must be something wrong with my spiritual life.
But that is not necessarily the case.
There are so many diverse paths to sanctity! Yet sometimes, instead of finding our own path, we are pulled from one holy devotion or cause to the next. After all, it seems foolish