Joan the Puzzle

I wrote you wrong, but it seemed

simpler than explaining such an

admingle of girl and boy when I was so

callow and eager for success and

Henry 6 was my mark and

mark it made but

later I learnt to write such women,

so many newfangled figures

fairing my plays, girls played by

boys, none having your skill with a

sword nor able to

cross-dress with your aplomb but

you’d beaten us so I wrote you as a

whore, a madwoman, a Catholic, a

heretic, a witch for which we’d burned you but

most of all I remembered how our

cloth-eared soldiers mispronounced you

–not la Pucelle but the

Puzzle, which is what you are,

puzzling me still.

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Comments

  • Tonya Ramey  On July 3, 2011 at 3:52 pm

    I like these pieces, so methodically constructed or so it seems.

    another masterpiece

  • Linda Munn  On July 13, 2011 at 4:42 pm

    On behalf of Joan….apology accepted. Good going.

  • fridayam  On July 3, 2019 at 10:55 pm

    Reblogged this on Fridayam's Blog.

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