Monday, December 6, 2010

Madame de Montespan (Part Two)

Image of a rose flower from daily art clip:
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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:

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