O earth, how like to heaven, if not preferred
More justly, seat worthier of gods, as built
With second thoughts, reforming what was old!
Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IX, 99-101
Seat worthier of gods,
Majestic reclination spot,
I feel I must disown
The vaunted bergère where you place your behind,
The manifestation of your majesty;
For when I look upon it, a mere mortal like me,
’tis only a bloody chair.
I have spent a great deal of time these past few weeks reading about Louis XIV, the ‘Sun King’. This, and various other over-exaggerated descriptions of monarchs, have led to this poem… In another mood, perhaps I would have done Milton justice.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic