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'I've been very much won over by the Queen': poet laureate delivers his platinum jubilee poem

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The poet laureate Simon Armitage has revealed his platinum jubilee tribute to the Queen. The poem is titled ‘Queenhood’, is 70 lines made up of seven stanzas, and concludes: "For generations we will not know such majesty."

In an interview with the Times newspaper, where it is published today, he says that his first instinct was to write a sonnet: “Traditional, formal, a recognised shape and pattern that people [understand] as historical.” Then he thought that the poem should have a mathematical relationship with the length of the Queen’s reign. “It just eventually felt like the natural shape for it. I mean, I wouldn’t have got away with a haiku.”

‘Queenhood’  encompasses the kingdom: “weald and wold,/ mountain and fell, lake, loch, cwm”. Referring to the beginning of her reign, he observes the nation wearing a new frock, “hemmed with the white laces of its shores”. The dress reference, he says, is a relic of an original plan to write about his mother’s memory of bunking off school to see the Queen’s wedding dress on display in the electricity showrooms in Huddersfield.

In the interview he is asked, was he always a monarchist or did he go through a youthful republican phase? “When I was younger I probably wasn’t interested in the monarch. I’d like to think as I’ve got older that I’ve been able to adapt my views. It would be a strange person who had the same views at 58 as they did at 18 or 19. I would say in that respect I’ve been very much won over by the Queen. I don’t spend a huge amount of time thinking about the monarchy but I’ve got the CBE. I’ve got the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry. I’m the poet laureate. If I’m an advocate for republicanism, I’m doing a pretty good cover job.”

 

 

 

QUEENHOOD

by Simon Armitage

 

I

 

An old-fashioned word, coined in a bygone world.

It is a taking hold and a letting go,

girlhood left behind like a favourite toy,

irreversible step over invisible brink.

A new frock will be made, which is a country

hemmed with the white lace of its shores,

and here is a vast garden of weald and wold,

mountain and fell, lake, loch, cwm.

It is constancy and it is change:

the age of clockwork morphs into digital days,

but the song of the blackbird remains the same.

 

II

 

Queenhood: a long winding procession

from the abbey door to the abbey door.

Queenhood: vows taken among bibles and blades,

beneath braided banners and heralding horns;

the anointment of hand, breast, head, with oil

of cinnamon, orange, musk and rose; promises

sworn in secret under tented gold

so daylight won’t frighten the magic away,

too sacred by far for the camera to see.

It is an undressing first then a dressing up,

a shedding of plain white cloth then the putting on

of a linen gown and the supertunica — dazzling gold foil

lined with crimson silk. Man will walk

on the moon, great elms will fail and fall.

But a knife’s still a knife. A fork’s still a fork.

 

III

So the emblems and signs of royalty are produced:

the gilded spurs; the blued steel sword — like a sliver

of deep space drawn from the scabbard of night —

to punish and protect; bracelets to each wrist,

sincerity and wisdom — both armour and bond.

Love is still love is still love, and war is war.

 

IV

And indestructible towers will atomise in a blink.

The God particle will be flushed from its hiding place.

The sound barrier will twang with passenger planes.

Civilisation will graft its collected thoughts

onto silicon wafers, laureates will pass through court . . .

But Taurus, the bull, on its heavenly tour,

will breach the same horizon at the given hour.

 

V

Queenhood: it is the skies, it is also the soil

of the land. It is life behind glass walls

and fortified stones. Robe and stole are lifted

onto your shoulders — both shield and yoke.

Motherhood and womanhood will be taken as read.

‘Multitasking’ will be canonised as a new word.

 

VI

It is an honouring, but also an honour.

In the flare and blur of an old film

ghostly knights and chess-piece bishops deliver

the unearthly orb, with its pearled equator

and polished realms, into your open palm;

and pass you the sceptre and rod of mercy

and justice, one bearing the cross, one plumed

with a white dove; and load your fourth finger

with a ring that makes you the nation’s bride;

and offer the white kid glove with its scrollwork tattoo

of thistles and shamrocks, oak leaves and acorns;

then finally furnish your head with the crown —

jewelled with history, dense with glory —

both owned and loaned at the same time.

Do those burnished relics still hold

the fingerprints of a twenty-seven-year-old?

 

VII

 

A priceless freight for a young woman to bear,

but, draped and adorned, a monarch walks forward

into the sideways weather of oncoming years.

And the heavy cargoes of church and state

lighten with each step, syrupy old gold

transmuted to platinum, alchemy redefined.

Queenhood: it is law and lore, the dream life

and the documentary, a truthful fantasy.

For generations we will not know such majesty.

 

Signed limited editions of the poem are available from faber.co.uk

 

You can read the Times interview with Simon Armitage here

 

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John F Keane

Sat 11th Jun 2022 20:40

Yes, it could do with a sharp edit. Each section has about five lines of true poetic merit.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 6th Jun 2022 10:41

I applaud SH for coming up with the 'expected' patriotic tribute. However I feel he's put everything in instead of keeping it about HRH. It does read a bit like an encyclopaedia!

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