THE THRONE - Queen Elizabeth II Coronation
The crown translates a woman to a Queen
endless gold, circling itself, an O like a well,
fathomless, for the years to drown in - history's bride,
anointed, blessed, for a crowning. One head alone
can know its weight, on throne, in pageantry,
and feel it still, in private space, when it's lifted :
not a hollow thing, but a measuring ; no halo,
treasure, but a valuing ; decades and duty. Time gifted,
the crown is old light, journeying from skulls of kings
to living Queen.
Its jewels glow, virtues, loyalty's ruby
blood-deep ; sapphire's ice resilience ; emerald evergreen ;
the shy pearl, humility. My whole life, whether it be long
or short, devoted to your service. Not lightly worn.
Carol Ann Duffy CBE FRSL (b. 1955) Poet Laureate