Mary Stuart
In my end is my beginning
In my end is my beginning
prologue
With a sharp comb dipped in ink I’ve tattooed my life story all over my body. I’ve tattooed the footprints of my children — this way I carry their walking with me; the footprints of my twins who died before their feet touched the ground. And the footprints of my one-year-old son, James, whom I pray for daily.
i: dent-de-lion
Because I bore the lion of my father’s country
my Maries and I picked dandelions — lion’s teeth.
All our childhood we picked them —
blowball, cankerwort,
doon-head-clock, witch’s gowan,
monk’s head, priest’s crown, worm rose
With a sharp comb dipped in ink I’ve tattooed my life story all over my body. I’ve tattooed the footprints of my children — this way I carry their walking with me; the footprints of my twins who died before their feet touched the ground. And the footprints of my one-year-old son, James, whom I pray for daily.
i: dent-de-lion
Because I bore the lion of my father’s country
my Maries and I picked dandelions — lion’s teeth.
All our childhood we picked them —
blowball, cankerwort,
doon-head-clock, witch’s gowan,
monk’s head, priest’s crown, worm rose
Mary Queen of Scots
Mary Queen of Scots
Mary Queen of Scots
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