Anne Boleyn Files visitor, Jennifer Morrison, has written a beautiful poem about Anne Boleyn which she wanted to share with everyone here:-
Villanelle for Anne Boleyn
Circa regna tonat—her echo,
Faint beneath the sound of sword to bone:
Defiled is my name full sore
Through cruel spite and false report;
Twice postponed, not yet past her pains.
Circa regna tonat, a mother’s tear
At a daughter’s loss, at the crownless
Bastard daughter of a bastard
king. Defiled is my name full sore—
But not cowed. Not cowed.
Thankfully, Master Kingston, I have a little neck–
Her nervous laugh, circa regna tonat,
Wrapped in red and ermine.
Unto my fame a mortal wound—
Defiled is my name full sore,
But every inch a queen.
For wrongly ye judge of me—
Defiled is my name full sore,
Her echo, circa regna tonat.
~by Jennifer Morrison
