Joan the Puzzle

I wrote you wrong, but it seemed
simpler than explaining such an
admingle of girl and boy when I was so
callow and eager for success and
Henry 6 was my mark and
mark it made but
later I learnt to write such women,
so many newfangled figures
fairing my plays, girls played by
boys, none having your skill with a
sword nor able to
cross-dress with your aplomb but
you'd beaten us so I wrote you as a
whore, a madwoman, a Catholic, a
heretic, a witch for which we'd burned you but
most of all I remembered how our
cloth-eared soldiers mispronounced you
--not la Pucelle but the
Puzzle, which is what you are,
puzzling me still.