Kick of Life

I turn away from a cold kiss
which clasps each breath as
winter’s dying bequeaths.

From a distance
vow never to let you go
yield your secrets through
a depth of pain and
understanding only you
could know.

In alliance with other seasons
all melting into you from
fields of iced tears and of
heavy hearts

In this frozen purity
and longest sleep of the just
from introspective yearnings
knowing this mood soon will pass and
spring will bring back that
new-born kick of life again.


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They were in no rush to die as the madness had yet to waken a mellow stillness ‘though sunshine was threatening to cut its way through the accursed bone-chilling mist.
From a distance the land appeared alive, covered as it was in a mass of mud and men all standing there, unshaven, unkempt, untidy. Such a rag-tag ruddy body and, the most unlikely army. No uniforms for them.
At their head, horses stomped the ground, impatient from their standing as she held on tight to the reins preventing the chariot wheels from spinning around their fulcrum. Eyes closed, she was listening. Heightened senses hearing every sound, every whisper, every clink and clank of weapons and men in armour she knew were waiting for them just the other side of the fog. She even heard the last leaves somewhat muted rustle as they fell to the ground in their own autumnal dying. She stifled a shudder beneath her long cloak, she must not appear weak to the men. They’d won several battles but this was no time to be smug (those subliminal messages the Gods themselves reminded) and, with the might of the Roman Empire gathering she was not gullible enough to think the ensuing battle would be an easy victory and yet… by the Gods will, what would be, would be.


After the death of her husband who’d had a treaty with Rome in AD 60-61 Boadicea (Boudica) became Queen of the Iceni tribe but in a Britain under the laws of Roman occupation, because her husband had died, this treaty became null and void. His lands and all of its peoples became the property of Rome to do with as it wished. Apparently Boadicea argued that she and her daughters were the rightful heirs but for this, she was publicly humiliated with being flogged and, her daughters raped in front of her.
This led her to raise a revolt and, uniting with other tribes, she fought the Romans and tried to drive them from British soil. She led several battles against Roman legions, even capturing the then 20 year old growing settlement of Londinium (London) burning it to the ground.

Her story became very popular during Queen Victoria’s  reign and she was immortalised on Victorian pennies as Britannica.

The pictures are from the statue in London of Boadicea with her daughters in her chariot sculpted by Thomas Thornycroft  I doubt if Queen Boadicea’s chariot was as grand but, who knows.

If interested you can read more about her here:  Boadecia

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