Ysabel

The Queen Isabella roams through her bedchambers with suede feet:
it's noon over the whyte roses fallen on the carpeted floor, that smells like flan.

The nervousness found nest in her breast: everybody knows that princess Joanna, her adolescent daughter, is insane:

what's gonna happen to Castile with Joanna as queen?


In sordid soliloquies the princess is found at the corners of the castle speaking to herself out loud


...when she was born, the Queen baptized her with her vaginal fluid, and called her Lorraine, secretly

it's the secret name of the princess that carries dementia since her cradle: Joanna, the mad they call her

Lorraine, the abominable, the deformed.





Every day-life Queen Ysabella remembers that vision

the cradle of Joanna Lorraine

vipers and milk over the blanket, almost touching the waxy skin of the princess

15 years ago, under the lunation of January.


15 rabbis were called, the most prominent rabbis of Castile

in vaïn they threw bones covered in honey from Magerit on the cradle

the enchantment never could be broken

not even with almizcle.


Lorraine.



Ysabel.





Astrologers from Sicily and Flanders were summoned: a celestial edifice of metal was built at the patios, among the sterilized flamingos


a concavous house of iron, in order to receive the light of Mars at night, to cleanse the damnation


and princess Joanna Lorraine slept under that asymmetrical and colossal structure during 6 months of moon


because it was a machinal castle, un adefesio.


The mechanical abomination irritated the harpies of the hills surrounding the citadel, and they came to live with Joanna


the women-bird nested in the tower of the metallic structure and transmitted her the repugnant psittacosis.

noblemen with fyre had to enter the edifice, and burn the harpies alive:
the battle was extremely bloody and some men died

this caused a deep consternation in Castile, and it was known, even, in other lands and kingdoms, like Naples, Cornwall or Aquitaine.


The astronomical edifice was pulled down and dismantled

the meat of the harpies was distributed among the mob, who devoured it with irrational fruition.






Because of the great grief in the court, lutenists and bagpipers were banned from the kingdom
as buffoons and jugglers were expulsed in exile

and the cornamusa wasn't heard anymore.









About the king...
he is just a shadow

Joanna Lorraine saw his face 7 or 8 times in the course of her 15 years of life

because the king is at his bedchambers, playing with mechanical toys and eating eel pie.



After her months in the metallic structure, the abscesses started covering the skin of Joanna's sex



her vulva emanates pus at night:
a maidservant licks the fluid to keep the princess fresh.











Queen Isabella roams through the poison ivies of the citadel with wool feet:
it's afternoon over the isosceles patios of the castle in winter.

The anguish is in her breast.













From the round hills, in the distance, the empty nests of the harpies observe her

screaming at the interface of the cosmos for a revenge that will come.