Anne Boleyn

A prose poem using Anne Boleyn as the muse for fictional story of a Ghost investigator who interacts with the spirit of Queen Anne Boleyn who was one of Henry the VIII's many wives. :-)

Anne Boleyn 

Having already known about King Henry the VIII conquests along with the various accounts of the murders of his other Wives along with his separation from the Catholic Church during a long time feud with the Pope, as well as his barbarism and acts of war against France, nontheless I continued with my mission to enter his former palace that is still located not far from the city of London, England. Admittedly I was somewhat afraid of spotting King Henry the VIII opening the door. But to my happy surprise it was the Ghost of Anne Boleyn and instead of demanding I leave King Henry the VIII"s palace, she thanked me for the lightly coloured pink roses and then she kissed me on the cheek before closing the door and then fading away right in front of my eyes.

Author's Note

More will be written of course, but I would appreciate hearing suggestions from any of the others who might be willing to read my current post which I wrote last night.

Reviews

[Nautili]

lol...I too, wrote about Anne Boleyn, but in a more historical vein. I like the idea of her ghost graciously accepting roses from your hand. :)

Such a lovely dream of muse in time, and forgotten space.
I love the whole history true your writing, as it's so elusively wanting to be back :)

E.L.