The Mad King

Whatever could he want?

The Mad King screaming your name

from the rooftops.

Whatever could he want?

The Mad King peering in windows

and knocking on doors.

Whatever could he want?

This King who has no realm

only dirty dreams and ashes

bitter tastes all

within his mouth.

 

©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