This is reposted from my daily headline poetry Tumblr, Breaking Poems:
What icy glares this marriage spurred
So cold the bed they wore their furs
For thirty years they made believe
Two progeny they did conceive
But the quiet times were torture
Affairs were floated. “Pure conjecture!”
Screamed the ruler with a slur
Was not too long before the rag received
The ruler’s icy glare
Lyudmila must for now endeavour
Not to speak of dreadful Vladmir
Propriety demands she grieve
But secretly she was glad to leave
The ruler’s icy glare
Putin officially divorces his wife Lyudmila — April 2, 2014
This is a Thing 