Tattered Queen

The queen arrives her head held high.

Tattered rags hang from her body.

Her lips glisten blood red.

Savage smiles strikes fear in your heart

for she has eaten you before.

Consumed your life, your desperation

she made you fear.

Running from the queen is not an option

pretending that she is not there

For time and time again

she will push through those doors.

Hide behind the glorious throne,

wishing that invisibility was true

For the Mad King and the Tattered Queen

both seek the means to hurt you.

 

© Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17

 

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom