I walk as though the wind, but still confined;
I linger where the shadows don't forget.
Though love will never snare me in its net,
I discompose the guards, who look behind
To see what chills them. Sometimes I remind
Myself I wore a crown, but what a debt.
"The Most Happy" became "La Reine sans tête."
Now disembodied, I have been resigned
To bear my fame as queen without a head,
And all because in every childbed
I failed a little Henry. I beguiled
Omnipotence, and once I was quite tame,
He tired very quickly of the game
And brought me to this end, so swift and wild.
Mary-Patrice Woehling earned her Ph.D. in English from The Graduate School of The City University of New York. She was a runner-up in the 2008 Religious Poetry Competition of Manchester Cathedral and a finalist several times in the Scottish International Open Poetry Competition. She teaches English and moderates the poetry club at The Mary Louis Academy in Jamaica Estates, New York.