© 2002 Richard Fein
The Execution of Lady Jane Grey
as Seen on My Bedroom Wall
wondered if it was sexual—the thick
blindfold, white satin dress laced tight
her breasts. The executioner relaxed
on his axe, his red tights stretched
strong, shapely legs.
questioned my Delaroche dreams.
I fantasized the priest retreating
laying the lady’s neck upon the block,
her on pale knees—blind, terrified, expectant?
told him I think of her hands—so slight,
as communion wafers.
I wonder what the priest whispered in her ear;
the tense, serene look of the executioner—
did it mean?
told him I contemplate the hay
below the chopping block,
gold shimmering quality
fallen blond curls.
© 2002 Kimberly Simms
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