Monday, April 6, 2009


April 21, 1509 

The blood right being most tenuous,
Seemed better to proudly wave the flag of right of conquest.
And of course, it did not hurt to mingle the red and white roses’ petals,
Though two pale buds be snapped off the bush in the process.
The play between bastardy and legitimacy exhausted,
The royal palette preferred Rioja to Bordeaux,
Albeit Malus Intercursus never did seem to roll off the tongue.
Curse the Spanish ability to survive or die when the time seems right,
Curse the draftiness of Ludlow castle, bless Pope Julius II, and
Pray the hybrid rose take root in the pomegranate’s arils.

1 comment:

  1. Except the Spanish all end up with the Bourbons and their wretched, interbred jaws, right? Those Goya portraits of the Spanish royals...they all look like Don Knotts as Barney Fife...much more suited to gently looking after their local Carolina backwaters than heading a major power.