“Queenhood” by Simon Armitage

I had another post planned for today, but after hearing about Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth’s death yesterday, I wanted to share a special poem in her honor.

“Queenhood” was written by UK Poet Laureate Simon Armitage in celebration of Elizabeth’s Platinum Jubilee this year. It’s a beautiful tribute to her unique life as the longest serving monarch in British history.

It’s hard to believe that just a few short months ago, Britain was in high spirits celebrating her glorious 70-year reign. Now the world is mourning her passing. Whether you’re a monarchist or not, something must be said for someone who so selflessly devoted her life to duty and public service for decades with such deep humility.

I’ve long admired this extraordinary woman, and am sad that she’s gone. It’s hard to imagine the UK, and indeed the world, without her.


Coronation Day portrait by Cecil Beaton (Westminster Abbey, June 2, 1953).
QUEENHOOD: A Poem for the Queen's Platinum Jubilee 2022
by Simon Armitage


An old-fashioned word, coined in a bygone world.
It is a taking hold and a letting go,
girlhood left behind like a favourite toy,
irreversible step over invisible brink.
A new frock will be made, which is a country
hemmed with the white lace of its shores,
and here is a vast garden of weald and wold,
mountain and fell, lake, loch, cwm.
It is constancy and it is change:
the age of clockwork morphs into digital days,
but the song of the blackbird remains the same.


Queenhood: a long winding procession
from the abbey door to the abbey door.
Queenhood: vows taken among bibles and blades,
beneath braided banners and heralding horns;
the anointment of hand, breast, head, with oil
of cinnamon, orange, musk and rose, promises
sworn in secret under tented gold
so daylight won't frighten the magic away,
too sacred by far for the camera to see.
It is an undressing first then a dressing up,
a shedding of plain white cloth then the putting on
of a linen gown and the supertunica --dazzling gold foil
lined with crimson silk. Man will walk
on the moon, great elms will fail and fall.
But a knife's still a knife. A fork's still a fork.


So the emblems and signs of royalty are produced:
the gilded spurs; the blue steel sword -- like a sliver
of deep space drawn from the scabbard of night --
to punish and protect; bracelets to each wrist,
sincerity and wisdom -- both armour and bond.
Love is still love is still love, and war is war. 


And indestructible towers will atomise in a blink.
The God particle will be flushed from its hiding place.
The sound barrier will twang with passenger planes.
Civilization will graft its collected thoughts
onto silicon wafers, laureates will pass through court . . . 
But Taurus, the bull, on its heavenly tour,
will breach the same horizon at the given hour.


Queenhood: it is the skies, it is also the soil
of the land. It is life behind glass walls
and fortified stones. Robe and stole are lifted
onto your shoulders -- both shield and yoke.
Motherhood and womanhood will be taken as read.
'Multitasking' will be canonised as a new word.


It is an honouring, but also an honour.
In the flare and blur of an old film
ghostly knights and chess-piece bishops deliver
the unearthly orb, with its pearled equator
and polished realms, into your open palm;
and pass you the sceptre and rod of mercy
and justice, one bearing the cross, one plumed
with a white dove; and load your fourth finger
with a ring that makes you the nation's bride;
and offer the white kid glove with its scrollwork tattoo
of thistles and shamrocks, oak leaves and acorns;
then finally furnish your head with the crown ---
jewelled with history, dense with glory --
both owned and loaned at the same time.

Do those burnished relics still hold
the fingerprints of a twenty-seven-year-old?


A priceless freight for a young woman to bear,
but, draped and adorned, a monarch walks forward
into the sideways weather of oncoming years.
And the heavy cargoes of church and state
lighten with each step, syrupy old gold
transmuted to platinum, alchemy redefined.
Queenhood: it is law and lore, the dream life
and the documentary, a truthful fantasy.
For generations we will not know such majesty.

~ Copyright © 2022 Simon Armitage. All rights reserved.


♥️ Enjoy this short video of Simon Armitage talking about “Queenhood.”


♥️ For more about Queen Elizabeth’s life, read my Platinum Jubilee post (with three recipes).


Carol Varsalona is hosting the Roundup at Beyond LiteracyLink. Be sure to check out the full menu of poetic goodness being shared around the blogosphere this week.


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*Copyright © 2022 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.

nine cool things on a tuesday

1. Happy Wintering! Let’s wander into nature’s wonderland with Laivi Põder’s enchanting art.

Originally from Estonia, Laivi currently lives and works in London. She derives most of her inspiration by visiting nearby and distant woodlands, forests, meadows, lakes, botanical gardens and parks.

She loves creating dreamy and peaceful atmospheres with Procreate, adding details digitally after painting backgrounds in watercolor. 

Laivi initially worked for several years as a nurse, but in her twenties she quit her job to pursue her dream of becoming a full-time artist.

I especially love her moonlight scenes, especially this one with bears partying outdoors. 

See more of Laivi’s work at her Official Website and Instagram. Don’t miss her gorgeous autumnal scenes with their exquisite colors and details. 


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royalTEA: mr. cornelius meets the Queen (with Darren McGrady’s chocolate biscuit cake!)

“I have to be seen to be believed.” ~ Queen Elizabeth II

Roll out the red carpet and practice your curtsies. Polish your tiara if you like.

A very special guest is joining us for tea today!

Mr. Cornelius has been a fan of Her Majesty the Queen for a long time. He likes that she loves animals and chocolate, lives in several beautiful royal residences, always wears the best hats, and has reigned for an amazing 60 years!

A tea lover from the start: Princess Elizabeth with her parents Queen Elizabeth and King George VI.

Needless to say, he was beside himself when she accepted our invitation. We spiffed up the dining room, stocked up on Earl Grey and Darjeeling (reputedly her favorite), and made finger sandwiches and cake.

She’s so photogenic!

We were a little nervous but she immediately put us at ease. Imagine our great surprise when she brought Charles, Camilla, William, Kate and Harry with her! They were such a jolly group and didn’t seem to mind dipping in hot water. 🙂

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