Boadicca by Nicole Kapise

Boadicca

Back, far back

when Queens reigned,

where the brave were sung

drenched in battle’s bloody beauty

the Iceni fight still.

Boadicca broken, refusing to break.

The bird, black as a mother’s love,

The Morrigan

behind her arm―

the arc barely visible,

the spear shining, soaring

the flames blinding:

their height, their hate,

but so beautiful,

as Londinium continues to burn.