Mata Hari

With grace, charm and seductive moves which
also moved her audience into unbearable frenzy
she had European upper-crust eating from the
palm of her hands

Like willows in a breeze their fever
for her rose, ready to explode as she
removed herself from sheathes
of loose, undulating clothes.

But soon other real charges were laid
no mending fences between
warring factions and, no defense
on her behalf was made by
countless uniformed lovers
on all sides of the war.

Leaves rustle as a dawn firing squad
stood in solid line
Twelve men, brittle, unbending
as the sword dropped and, before
bullets whistled their piercing screams
Mata Hari blew them all a kiss.


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Mata Hari’s story has always fascinated me.  That she was a consummate seductress and enjoyed many sexual relationships with multiple men in uniform is never in doubt but, it has never really been proven if she truly was a spy, a double agent, or not. Apparently there are secret documents that will be opened to public view in 2017 which may set the record straight about her spying both for the French, Germans and the English during World War One. Some say she was just ‘set up’ and that the man who could clear her name wouldn’t testify for fear of being arrested himself.
The French tried her as a spy, found her guilty and it’s said that she refused the blindfold or to be tied, she wanted to look them in the eyes and, she blew them a kiss. Who knows… she was one fiesty woman though.

You can read about her here Mata Hari or on Wikipedia



Re-posted from a couple of years ago

Edith Cavell

The Sunday Whirl

Charged with seditious crimes and other acts of treason.
Head held high displaying nought but dignity she tread light upon a frost encrusted ground.
Dawn’s October breeze teased a tuft of hair to fly unfettered as a cold-crisp-grasp played around those nether regions of her starched hemmed skirts.
(Maybe hell itself were watching, too)
She prayed. Made a sacred pledge to her maker, no-one there
would see her courage fail or, her body tremor.
The line enmesh themselves before her as she is tied loosely to the pole. Eyes finally covered. There would be no stigma in any of this to hinder her soul’s progress home.
She’d made peace with her God and all those she had loved.
Sporadic gunfire echoed around the courtyard walls and, sentence quickly met, plaster erupted from where those bullets thumped, crumbled with her body, silent, to the ground.

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This is my Sunday Whirl Wordle but is also a tribute to a lady known to most folks in the UK as Nurse Edith Cavell.

She was tried, found guilty of treason for assisting over 200 English, French and Belgian soldiers to escape from German occupied Belgium during World War 1.

Her final words to the German Lutheran prison chaplain, Paul Le Seur, were recorded as, “Ask Father Gahan to tell my loved ones later on that my soul, as I believe, is safe, and that I am glad to die for my country.”

I visited London, the capital many times and drove by the monument that was errected in St. Martins Place, near the other famous landmark, Trafalgar Square, and memorised what is inscribed on her memorial.



She had said this to Reverend Stirling Gahan, an Anglican chaplain who had been allowed to see her and to give her Holy Communion on the eve of her execution: “Now as I prepare to stand before God I realise that”… but only these words are on her monument:

“Patriotism is not enough, I must have no hatred or bitterness for anyone.”

If you want to know more about her, there’s an in-depth and very interesting full page of Edith Cavell’s life story Here

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