Mata Hari’s head is missing
and they’re searching in the streets
looking high and low in Paris
and peeking ‘tween the sheets
Could it have slipped out on it’s own
and booked a ticket on a plane?
Or did it don a cheap disguise
And change it’s name again?
(Though her origins were Dutch
she was Indonesian in her myth
If you see her, please don’t touch
for Mata Hari has the syph.)
Just in case you wonder why
I concern myself with the witch
In a former life, it was I
who shot the sneaking, spying bitch
And though I thought it was the end
when she fell defiant, before me dead
Now I’m cursed to roam the land
In search of Mata Hari’s head.
According to Wikipedia, “Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod (née Zelle) 7 August 1876-15 October 1917) better known by the stage name Mata Hari, was a Dutch exotic dancer and courtesan who was convicted of being a spy for the Germans during World War I and executed by a firing squad in France.” She denied being a spy until the end, and died rather bravely—refusing a blindfold and blowing a kiss to her executors. After being shot and sinking to her knees, she was then shot again, this time in the head, by an officer who was present.
Her head was embalmed and given to the Museum of Anatomy in Paris. In 2000, it was discovered that her head was missing and remains unaccounted for to this day.
I suspect Mata Hari would have loved this ode. Well done!
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She did love getting attention. Many thanks.
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Another great one! I noticed you’ve tagged it doggerel! Not at all, it’s very subtle and like all your stuff, it scans beautifully.
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GRMA, you’re too kind, but I’ll take it. 🙂
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excellent!
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Many thanks.
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I do love a fun, rhyming poem. And this is both! I never realized she was executed.
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It was fun to write. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Mata Hari’s head is now firmly atop the shoulders of Washington Irving’s (formerly) Headless Horseman and lives quietly in a house in Sleepy Hollow that they share with Elvis Presley.
How many takers could I get if I posted that on a far-right “news” website?
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I would say that you may have a new and exciting career ahead of you.
I would say that, be we all expect more from you. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Such an enjoyable poem, all of, humourous, witty and informative……
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I’m happy you enjoyed it, Ivor. Thanks for stopping by.
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This was a delight to read, O, a quirky, rhyming bit of history. Can’t help but wonder who the hell would take her head…not much you can do with a dead head.
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Oh, I don’t know about that…
Just joking. I thought about asking my readers to speculate on the whereabouts of the head in the comments section, but knowing all of you, I thought better of it! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed the poem, Cathy, thanks for reading.
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Well, I can think of things one could do with a head also, but I decided to be nice. 😁
And it’s always my pleasure to read, O.
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A quick Google search revealed that not only is the noggin of said courtesan missing, but the likes of Geronimo, Beethoven, Descartes, and the Marquis de Sade have also had their craniums lifted. Mozart and Haydn, too. Some have been recovered, and it is rumored that Geronimo’s lifeless dome may have been originally pilfered by none other than Prescott Bush, and so may still be in the Bush family vault to this day. The final speculation was mine.
But wouldn’t it be interesting to open a safe at Bush Family Manor and find all the skulls of history-lost in one final resting place?
Regardless, we have a macabre trend.
Your poem, by the way, was simply marvelous. Thank you for the morning entertainment!
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I’ve heard the story of Geronimo’s skull. That may be among the least of their trespasses.
You should google what was lifted from Rasputin if you think headhunting is bad.
You’re very welcome, Tom, and many thanks for reading and commenting. Have a wonderful weekend.
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You as well, my friend!
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You never fail to surprise me with the many facets of you, Oggy. Mata Hari was quite the harlot, and you captured her energy excellently with this cheeky poem. So, you’re not only Mata Hari’s poet but her executioner, as well. Very fun!
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Mmm. Harlot. 💕
Mmm. Execution. 💀
Thanks, Rose. It was a fun little poem to write. 🙂 But I actually feel bad for the woman after reading about what a miserable life she had. And apparently the British had some intelligence that could have freed her. At least it can be said that even in death, she gave good…
Never mind.
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Lmao! Ah, you always make my day. ❤️
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Mata hari would have fallen head over heels with you on this..
P.s.
Curently reading Spy by Paolo Coelho based on Mata Hari..
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Oh, I hadn’t heard of that one, but I’ve read two of his other books. I’ll check it out.
I think I would have had a hard time resisting her. Thanks for the great comment, Mich.
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I am halfway through it…great book and your post just resonates what was written in there so far …
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Makes me want to learn more about her. I just remember her as some kind of seductress to get secrets.
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Her life probably seemed glamorous to people on the outside, but it was pretty sad. An interesting story, though. Thanks for reading, Karina.
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An exceptional piece of writing Oglach.
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Thank you, kind sir.
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You Sir, are more than welcome.
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history gets dark O_O
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It’s all dark. Thanks for reading, Josh.
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thanks for writing og. keep it up man
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a good rhyme poem is one where the rhymes are almost unnoticeable, the rhythm and beat carrying it along, and yours does just that…and filled with a wicked mirth 😉
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It makes me very happy to hear that. Thank you, and thanks for reading.
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I lost my head once. It’s not a very pleasant thing to do. Great poetry, and I learned a lot! I’m sure she would’ve made a fine First Lady — the one we currently have in America had quite the similar stage career as Mata Hari.
(PR)
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She’s probably not very happy, either. Thanks for reading, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders.
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Thanks! I’ve got a good pole Mata Hari could’ve used, too.
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Yeah, me too.
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🍻
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You know, this woman intrigued me so much that when a few years ago I started playing a popular game “Mafia Wars” (don’t laugh, please. I really liked those executions, gang wars blah blah blah), I christened myself with the name Mata Hari 😀 Recently I read Paulo Coelho’s “The Spy” which is based on her life. What an interesting woman she was!
I loved this ode to her spirit… 🙂
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Thanks very much, Maniparna.
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I never stop loving your poetry! How I wish WP allowed my follow to receive notifications of your posts…I still have to remember to seek you out in order to catch up…Bad, WP…BAD!!!
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I don’t know that it’s their fault. But I really appreciate you taking the time to seek me out, and to read and comment. Thanks very much, KC.
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Absolutely fascinating!
Did you write the poem? It’s really good.
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Yes, I did. Thank you very much, and thanks for visiting.
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Bravo! What a wonderful and fun poem! Although sad in its core it´s a fascinating story about a woman who was treated rather badly from all sides. Didn´t know her head was missing and am now running wild with imaginations! Thank you for such a delightful read, Óglach!
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You’re welcome, Sarah. Thanks very much for reading.
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My pleasure 🙂
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hahah loved it 🙂
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Thanks very much. 🙂
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I’m so distracted by the fact her head was kept at all, let alone stolen that I cannot remember the poem at all now. Was it good? Was there anything in it that wasn’t about her head? Ive no idea. I’ve gone completely blank! There is a disembodied head staring at me and it is freaking me out!! 😫
So please, Oglach, tell me that it was her skull that was kept. Yes, you meant skull, surely? I like skulls. I can cope with skulls being kept by museums. Skulls are cool. Skulls are flesh free and smooth and tactile. PLEASE tell me it was her skull!
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I’m afraid I can’t do that, Kate, 🙂
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😨. That is really gruesome and sad.
Having said that, if it was the head of a pharaoh or a peat bog man, it wouldn’t bother me at all. I guess it is the proximity in time as much as anything.
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Yes, we can’t really disassociate ourselves from the actions of people so close in time and culture to ourselves. The whole story of Mata Hari is pretty depressing from beginning to end.
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