King Henry the eight to be painted,

What a job!

A full length portrait, would you believe?

A canvas so tall

I cannot reach the top

Without standing on a box

I think he sneers at me

He wants to seem great

In his carefully chosen posture

His gold chains glint

Like the evening sun on a lake,

He stares strait at me

I duck my head

Do not meet his gaze

Paint the image he wants to see:

Him standing like a god,

Powerful and mighty

A dagger in his hand,

The image he wants to see

The image he wants his subjects to see

The image he wants me to paint.

King Henry the eight to be painted

What a job!

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated - I don't usually write poetry and I want to know if it's ok!

Izzy