Madame de Montespan (Part Two)

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With Princess Dido,

on her wall

A hint of a glimmer of her fall?

In a halo of her dreams

Surrounded by the fairies of a mythological ball;

From the reams of her life before,

now would be her time to call;

the final whistle and curtain call;

The Reigning Star of the Court,

Days were now becoming short;

Madame de Montespan's

Time-span through,

The King would now start life anew;

In a new life would be true;

Reigned Supreme

or so it seemed

until one day she toppled her dream:

Today and yesterday and tomorrow

All her life would become a sorrow

In the wiles of life unplanned

And of Destiny it spanned

In the swings of high and low

up and down we all go;

If there ever was a time

of Fancy freedom

and Love forlorn,

Madame de Montespan now care-worn

Insecure and her fears were born;

Gathering on at a shining pace

Now it is all in grace

Refined and styled as with Lace

Coming to a final race:

Venus, the Morning Star would hail,

Madame de Maintenon would prevail;

“Oh, you enchanting flower,

Marrying the king your finest hour!”

Madame of the Ever-Now:

Madame de Montespan

in her woe

In the mimicry of a dream

In the shadows of a life once been

Reminiscing in shadows

of the past,

Reflecting on the seasons last

Spectres in the hallways hollow;

To an Abbey she would follow

Marie-Madeleine Rocheuart

Queen of Abbesses at Fontevraud;

Lost Abbey of the Plantagenets

and of kings of long ago,

Not to become as a Lancelet

Madame de Montespan on would go,

in the rounds of activity;

ever refreshing as “l'eau de vie;”

Within the realms of disparity

And the rounds of her charity

within the bounds of her servility

and goodwill in humility

and with boundless energy

travelled to Saumur

where the people would see

believing the mistress of the king was she

And La Montespan let them be;

The apple cart of dreams

turned over

in a round­about way,

fashioned from an insider tray;

now we come to the Land of Make Believe

Always happening at Lightening Speed

Gone are the whistles and care-free days

Now it is already planned

Up to Vespers and down with the stands;

visited a good friend,

her soul to mend;

Spiritual guidance her friend would lend

Was a way to the end;

Musings and mercy from a teacher,

This would be a final gesture;

gone to eventually seen instead

a love with all the beads instead;

the stories and glories in their stead;

So far from her life of culture,

stature as maitresse en titre;

Friendships, folly, etiquette,

Surreal now her life oblique:

A convent at rue Dominique;

Onwards her life must go;

Now her life would become another,

Thinking of her pious mother;

Also she did have a brother

Duc de Vivonne, a commander,

Also of Champagne a governor

Sailing for a royal endeavour,

And also for a good measure

Seeking pirates and their treasure;

did enjoy his worldly leisure

And also his other pleasures;

Beautiful Mistress not forgot,

As the flowers of forget-me-not

Pressed amongst the leaves of a book

All who glance can take a look

Amongst the leaves of a polyglot;

As the seasons do unfold

A new love for the King behold:-

Madame de Montespan in the Spring,

Madame de Maintenon, another thing,

The king would give to you a ring;

Goodly, demure, quiet, kind

Virtues La Montespan left behind;

As Queen Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour

changed their roles for ever more,

Different temperaments from before;

The courtly life was a chequered game

A roll of the dice,

gripped with vice;

As Nymphs danced upon Heaven's Stair

The Courtly games became a Villain's Lair;

Potions of Love

to ensnare;

A candle flame flickers at the tallow,

Now her life would taper in shadow;

Moonbeam Shadows

Splashed upon the King's Page

This was not as he envisaged;

The King now in a dismay

as his play had gone awry

and the court in a disarray

in a most unbecoming way:

Did he ever question why?

Magical potions

Superstitious notions

had no place in a play,

Which by now had become a-fray;

Clasping at Rainbows

in a prism of time

To unmask villains in their prime

And also to dispel the fears

Of his knights and of his peers;

Police Inspector de la Reynie

From the Paris Constabulary,

Initiated an Inquiry,

of the king's complicity

seeking out criminality;

With a Chambre Ardente,

Closing down in 1682,

Patrons numbered but a few;

and unfortunately, too

but which was also true,

The King's Inquiry was closed down

For proximity to the Crown;

And as the King

Stayed his hand

Preventing ripples

across the Land

In his way

and in his plan

He saved the day

For La Montespan;

And grants respite

In her requite;

What now could she do?

“They all wish to banish me!”

At Versailles she wished to be;

Years at court remained eleven

Duke de Maine from the age of seven

favourite of La Maintenon

Moved her goods with her along

which today seems all so wrong

And Porcelaine de Trianon

Now was all but gone;

 Madame de Montespan from wikipedia:

 Louis XIV:

Madame de Montespan is believed to be the fair lady sitting in the middle of the carriage

in this picture from wikipedia: