Nice work, Rosie, I really liked that.
No need to feel nervous about posting anything on here, we don’t bite! You’ll find we post many things on here, from very serious topics concerning Anne and/or the times she lived in, to total trivia or items for just plain old fun (we do like a laugh now and again!). So feel free to post want you want and let us enjoy your thoughts regarding Anne or anything Tudor. Trust me, if it’s anything like your poem then we’ll all enjoy sharing your thoughts, theorems and ideas. Well done.

Great poem, Rosie. I like it! I feel you captured something of the terror and fear of the Tower. I also like your use of Thomas Wyatt.

I rather think that when Thomas Wyatt wrote this poem he was perhaps writing from the perspective of Anne.
Remember Wyatt was in love with Anne and I don’t think he ever stopped loving her even after her death. But then equally well this poem could refer to both Cromwell and Surrey. These Bloody days have broken my heart could refer to all the freinds they had that had died a horrible death at Henry’s hands.. In Surrey’s case he had lost 3 of his own kin at Henry’s orders and he was to become the 4th of the Norfolk’s clan to die at Henry’s order.
Wyatt was a gifted poet and I think at times even his skill rivaled Henry and that was something Henry didn’t like. In short he was jealous of Wyatt, which was perhaps part of the reason why Henry imprisoned him along with Anne, so that he could get rid of Anne and all those who loved her in one foul swoop it was a case if I can’t have her then no one else will where Henry was concerned.
Poor Wyatt I think his heart did break when Anne was murdered because I don’t think he was ever the same after her death.

Well done Rosie. Don’t be nervous about posting things here, everyone loves to share. Keep it up.

Wyatt’s Bell Tower poem always gets me, it gives me chills.

What a lovely poem, Rosie. You have captured the feelings of one who faced death at the Tower.

This is another one of Wyatt’s Poems..
They flee from me that sometime did me seek,
With naked foot stalking in my chamber
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek
That are now wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range
busily seeking in continue change.

Thanks be to fortune, it hath been otherwise
Twenty time otherwise; but once especial,
In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall,
And she me caught in her arm long and small,
and Therewithall so sweetly kiss,
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream, for I lay broad awaking.
But all is turned now through my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking,
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also to used new fangleness.
But since that I unkindly so am served,
“How like you this,” what hath she now deserved?

I don’t think there can be any doubt on who he is describing here. Like I said in my previous post he was in love with Anne, and although she was fond of him she would never see him as anything more than a freind.