Their Majesties

 "...And wherever you may live in the United Kingdom, or in the Realms and territories across the world, and whatever may be your background or beliefs, I shall endeavour to serve you with loyalty, respect and love, as I have throughout my life." (King Charles III)

An Unexpected Guest

featuring Samuel Pepys

She’s treated herself to new shoes, a window seat

on the fast train, a hotel for a night.

She’s been to the capital twice before,

once to see Tutankhamun when she was nine

and once when it rained. Crossing The Mall

she’s just a person like everyone else

but her hand keeps checking the invitation,

her thumb strumming the gilded edge of the card,

her finger tracing the thread of embossed leaves.

In sight of the great porch she can’t believe

the police just step aside, that doors shaped

for God and giants should open to let her in.

She’s taken her place with ambulance drivers

and nurses and carers and charity workers,

a man who alchemised hand sanitiser

from gin, a woman who walked for sponsored miles,

the boy in the tent. The heads of heads of state

float down the aisle, she knows the names

of seven or eight. But the music’s the thing:

a choir transmuting psalms into sonorous light,

the cavernous sleepwalking dreams

of the organ making the air vibrate,

chords coming up through the soles of her feet.

Somewhere further along and deeper in

there are golden and sacred things going on:

glimpses of crimson, flashes of jewels

like flames, high priests in their best bling,

the solemn wording of incantations and spells,

till the part where promise and prayer become fused:

the moment is struck, a pact is sworn.

And got to the abby . . . raised in the middle . . .

Bishops in cloth-of-gold Copes . . .

nobility all in their parliament-robes . . .

The Crowne being put on his head

a great shout begun. And he came forth . . .

taking the oath . . . And Bishops . . . kneeled

. . . and proclaimed . . . if any could show

any reason why Ch. . . . should not be the King . . .

that now he should come and speak . . .

The ground covered with blue cloth . . .

And the King came in with his Crowne . . .

and mond . . . and his sceptre in hand . . .

She’ll watch it again on the ten o’clock news

from the armchair throne in her living room:

did the cameras notice her coral pink hat

or her best coat pinned with the hero’s medal she got

for being herself? The invitation is propped

on the mantelpiece by the carriage clock.

She adorned the day with ordinariness;

she is blessed to have brought the extraordinary home.

And now she’ll remember the house sparrow

she thought she’d seen in the abbey roof

arcing from eave to eave, beyond and above.

Written by Poet Laureate Simon Armitage

Royally approved dishes for the Coronation Lunch

~ Coronation Quiche

A vegetarian quiche made with spinach, broad beans and tarrogan. Created by royal head chef Mark Flanagan. This combines two of the King's favourite ingredients: egg and cheese.

~ Coronation Aubergine

A spiced aubergine dish topped with a yoghurt dressing created by the 2015 Great British Bake Off winner Nadiya Hussain.

~ Coronation Roast Rack of Lamb 

 Marinated with sesame oil, mustard and soy sauce.  Created by Ken Hom CBE and showcasing the fusion of cultures and flavours that represents the hallmark of modern Great Britain. Served with roast potatoes and green salad.

~ Coronation Strawberry and Ginger Trifle

Created by Michelin-starred chef owner Adam Handling and showcasing some of Britain's best ingredients: ginger custard, parkin, strawberries and whipped cream.

God Save King Charles!