“Shakespeare Reading to Queen Elizabeth” by John James Chalon‘The Pleasure-Time of Good Queen Bess’ by Becca Menon The Society November 15, 2016 Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Now does a mischief Winter grip our Isle with hands Which, Midas-like, turn all they touch to silvery ice. Thus does our season prove itself more strong than old, Its touch is an enchantment dazzling to behold. Now does your gentle Queen make from adversity A virtue, that you may not suffer from the frost, Thus we decree a pleasure-time of festival; And this, unsubtle Spring alone can dare annul. “So frolic on the frozen Thames, Which now stands still and hard with diadems Of sparkling, ice-cased branches by. For on the river’s glass stand high Pavilions, which, by my command, Shall host your games as though on land.” Thus does your Queen, in rhyming with a magic clime, Transform your ordinary world. And so before Untidy Spring, the wizard Winter’s callow heir, Disturb the fête, go revel in the snow-bright air. “But go and tell our gift to all the earth, That all may know your pleasure and Our worth, And think, nor joy nor players shall know death, So History may dote upon Elizabeth.” Becca Menon is an American writer whose largely narrative poetic works, based in myth, fairy tale, folklore and Scripture have been hailed internationally in countries such as Iran, India, Iraq, Canada and the United Kingdom as well as the United States. Some shorter works, essays and translations appear in print and online in publications that include Parnassus, Mezzo Cammin, Kritya, Antiphon and others. She is associate editor of Phoenix Rising¸ a multilingual sonnet anthology. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Lew Icarus Bede November 18, 2016 Becca Menon, Your poem is enchanting; it “touches” Spenser, Shakespeare and Coleridge “in rhyming with a magic clime,” quite a feat for an American poet. Your point of view and personifications are intriguing, “mischief/wizard Winter” and “unsubtle/untidy Spring.” Stylistically, I enjoyed the rhyme “festival/annul” as well. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.