
Boudica’s Soliloquy
by Dawn Pisturino
Foul deeds of war have broken me.
Come, smell the blood! Hear the moans of the dying!
The corpses of my daughters lay silently at my feet,
Shamed and murdered by our Roman tormentors.
Colchester and London — what glorious victories! —
The blood flowed freely from Roman wounds.
They howled in rage as they died. How we cheered!
But Rome’s crawling legions caught us in their snare,
And now, we are vanquished.
Britannia is no more. Weep for a chastised people!
No longer Queen, I am marked for death.
No longer Mother, I will not be consoled.
No longer Wife, I burn with revenge.
I lift the flask of poison to my lips, tasting the bitterness in my mouth.
I will lie here with my daughters, my shield across my breast
And my spear by my side, and welcome Death with honor.
~ Dawn Pisturino ~
Published in Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women anthology, June 2022. #1 Amazon bestseller in New Releases of Poetry Anthologies. Available now! Get your copy today.
July 29, 2022
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