Queenly Insanity

Thrown to the wolves
left to fend
for self
for child
thought to die
laughed as snow began to fall
revenge sought
retribution done
requital I swore
even as I fell to my knees.
I crawled.
I wept.
I thought to freeze to death.
No…..
I would not let you win.
I would not let you crown
another in my place
in my space
she…..
two faced whore.
I strove
pulling self to feet
courage
rage
kept me moving
as thunder roared
heart beating.
always have been
it would behoove you
to remember.
For come I will
in dead of night
pay the toll dear
will you and she
while I sit above
watching you bleed.
©Feb. 23/20
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Expunged Love

Eyes
bruised grey
hair lank
dead
detached
when…..
who….. 
what….. 
is coming for me?
Nowhere to run.
I wait.
Heartbeat count
fevered brow to pane
it has been ordained
they will collect me.
I care not.
Frost.
Black heart
wreathed
iced
encased
fingers etched glacier blue
cold.
Throw the bitch a bone
I heard your guttural voice
Nothing more
Nothing less
She deserves…..
I forgot your twisted side.
I forgot your hate.
I forgot just what it meant to be
the one who jilted the King.
©Feb. 22/20
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Not the One

Winding staircase
standing at the top
spine straight
head held high
beauty reigns.
Breath held
attention captured
a sudden silent hush.
Confidence
exuded
beauty
power
belief….
in self
in worth
in love.
I stand
all eyes upon me
ready
finally to meet
The Queen I am to be.
No longer…..
never again
will I crawl
’round the base of a throne
looking for a King
for anyone to fill the void.
I stand
secure
within the knowledge
of my desires
and what I finally can admit.
I deserve happiness.
I deserve to be desired.
I deserve a great love.
I deserve to have eyes that shine for me alone
arms to stave off the nightmares
a man who will see the greatness within 
help me to achieve 
the dreams I have.
I deserve to be adored by my one and only.
Glide down the staircase
glimpse of slender leg
eyes flit here
there
scanning the crowd
searching.
Pardon…..
should you find me frosty
it only means
you are not the one.
©Dec. 7/19
Picture via Pinterest

King & Queen

You spoke to me today
Looking in my eyes
Playing with my hair
You told me the truth
As I stood here
Vulnerable under your gaze
There is a longing
A need
For you to hold me tight
To hold me near
While I unburden my past
From my lips 
To your ears
Arms around
Whispering 
I have you
As tears threaten to escape
Abuse
Neglect
No one wanted me near
Poison to all who breathed
I stand upon the street corner
Thumbing a ride
I need to run
I need to hide
The pain I bear
The anguish I carry
Overwhelming
Please
Let me hide
You are my King
You hold me tight
Anchor in the night
Chase away the beasts of burden
Carrying nightmares on their back
Baby 
You coo in my ear
My Queen
My Delight
Never more shall pain encompass
Never more shall tears fall
i am you King.
i am your everything
Fight the demons that crave your mind
Crave your pain
I shall gather you in my arms
Forever more
You are safe. 
 
©Nov. 15/19
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Orator

His task

so simple

anyone could have done it

but he

oh no not he

for flim fhlam was his game.

Blowing smoke

lies built greatness again.

Words flow with passion

words that they need to hear

thinking that easily done

would be to curb his passions dear.

Chains snapped

whips crack

eyes wide open in horror

for they had been wrong

so very wrong

about how he would play.

A new king arises

enslaving the world

he showed his true colors

when he deviated from the path.

Photo by frankie cordoba on Unsplash

Stony Regard

Standing before the gilded mirror

head cocked

hair combed

beaming a buffonish smile.

Stony

the image stares back.

Never hearing the critics

ears stoppered.

Never reading the pans

eyes blinded.

‘I am great.’

‘I am right.’

‘I will win the world.’

Stony

the image continues to glare.

Staring in the mirror

seeing not his narcissism

perceiving proof

he is the new God…

one who triumphs

whilst destroying the world.

Stony

the image remains as he departs.

 

Coronation

Photo by Denys Argyriou on Unsplash

They never showed up

to watch the king come down

and take his crown

for it was false.

It sat upon a head so bald

his mouth wide in a clown’s smile

rivulets of black mascara

tracking down his cheeks.

One group crowded to the front

making it seem larger

for thin it was.

No one wanted him

no one……

but the fools

who capered and pranced

while the king did dance

and an effigy burned in the park.