The Maid of Orléans

A young and simple maid
on her knees once prayed.

First one vision came
followed by another
Archangel Michael
spoke to her and then
voices of others soon joined
in her mind’s affray but
she pushed those thoughts aside
after all tomorrow is another day
and those visions may just go away.

                                                                    But, those voices that she’d heard
soon spurred the virgin girl.

Showing her an image of war
and, of so much more.

Of how through her
and her holy wars
she would help restore the
crown to the Dauphin
(the rightful King of France) once more.

 At the siege of Orléans
first one fortress fell
and later on came others as the
army fell under her spell
of spiritual leadership.

           But,

                                                                                 politics and religion
are such a dangerous game
(not for the faint of heart)
and victory denied created
fear amidst those names
who vied, wanted to divide
to conquer and then, rule.

After many battles
(some say she was betrayed)
she was captured and with
trumped up charges
her cross-dressing the only
guilt they could lay
and this she did to protect herself
from molestation by male guards
but still,
the charge was laid.

‘Confess, confess’ they cried
and her jailer’s keys rattled
for he too, was on the righteous side.

They tried to shake her valour
but she kept her holy vows
bowing to none but the image
of her Saviour
because she knew that no-one else would save her.

                   Her prayer muted those frenetic crowds
some laughing and jeering
watching as she is paraded through
the square.

Soon, splinters pierce her feet
as they hoist her upon the pyre
and tie her to the stake.

Only one plea does she make
begging for a cross
and one kind soul took pity
broke a piece of wood in two
tied it like a cross
for her to hold against her
breast and then she screamed
out to her God
and burned.

Afterward came the blame
the shame
the condemnations.

‘She was everything good and right and pure
my God in Heaven forgive us for
we have put out her light’

And though the powers that be
demanded nothing left.
No bones, no relics, nothing
for people to worship or to attest
they wanted all trace of her gone
and, with it the guilt upon which they
would elsewise, dwell.
No weed must sprout from
those seeds of their
doubting pious misdeed.

  But she was more than
anyone could ever know
…even she herself.

One thing they could not suppress
nor keep her name or love of God in dark
The maid of Orléans
gained sainthood fame
and they call her

©Daydreamertoo             *All rights reserved

 

The pictures are all from the 1948 movie Joan of Arc starring the beautiful actress, Ingrid Bergman

This is from my love of history and, it’s famous figures through the ages.Joan of Arc immediately sprand to mind from this Sundays Wordle words. They all just seemed to fit my thinking and call it coincidence or what you will but, I was skipping through the channels on TV and it was also being shown at the time it came into my mind to write her story.

I call it, kismet.

Added a link below if anyone is interested in reading more about this Saint.

 Joan of arc (wikipedia)

 Shared with
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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

40 thoughts on “The Maid of Orléans”

  1. This is a beautifully written tribute with striking wordplay and imagery throughout. Nice work my friend! ~ Rose

  2. Thank you for sharing this beautifully arranged and true poem. It reminds me of the kind of poem we might have to memorise in school when I was growing up, a poem worthy of such an endeavour. Well done!

  3. ..certainly there’s much to admire in this piece like:

    “‘She was everything good and right and pure
    my God in Heaven forgive us for
    we have put out her light’”

    …and many careful references to respect… i like your adorable ode for such a woman of power and grace!(:

  4. Wonderful ~ I enjoyed very much. I’ve always been drawn to her story, an extraordinary woman of her times..

  5. Joan of Arc!! One of the women I shall always admire and you have written of her wonderfully! Some will forever live on, albeit the efforts of those who would not have it to stop their own fears.

  6. This is a wonderful story. I was a little bit familiar, but this fills in some gaps. Thank you for choosing Joan of Arc as your topic and going to the trouble of such details and dialogue. It really brings the past to life. Hers was a glorious story and a tragic one.

  7. she’s a fascinating personality and i think it’s extremely difficult to capture such “big” people in a few lines but i like what you’ve done here…would love to write a bit more about historical figures but find it a huge challenge and may need a while to get brave enough..smiles

  8. She is an icon– a friend of mine wrote an opera for her years ago. Interesting write!

  9. nice retelling of the tale..i find it a rather inspiring tale as people will not always understand and often challenge that which goes against the status quo…

  10. Wonderful walk down history lane, with each and every word gave a rang. Always interesting to see history played upon in verse and you pulled it off great.

  11. kismet indeed..funny we don’t think of Joan as a warrior like name any more- just a random thought as I read through your wonderful tribute..beautiful words and pictures..Jae

  12. I forgot the dot after www. that is why it was
    difficult to find me.

    Hope you will think about joining the book club.

  13. I think it was kismet too! What a great story you told here about Joan of Arc–I enjoyed it immensely. Very well done.

    Ingrid Bergman was one of my favorite actresses.

  14. That movie is a classic one.

    I know of this story because my mom named one of my sis, Joan after her.

    Thanks for sharing it ~

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