Here We Stand
Side by side statuesque, unmoving
King with his fawning Queen
regal bearing, cloaks of alabaster
soulfully translucent, pearly white
whispering supremacy
loyal subjects flanking left and right,
as glaring lights clamor from beyond
raucous, laughing, despicable
mobs wielding torches of discontent
transforming supreme royalty to filthy silhouettes
blackened in insignificance
overrun by cheap epitaphs hurled
until dignity speaks in a king's voice
a whisper in the deep
that roars, reverberates its name,
Retribution,
and the mobs fled.
I love your photo Jo, reminds me of one taken at Sandcastle last Summer with my nephew. It was a huge chessboard that you could play on the ground, the pieces were as big as my 2 year old nephew! Cool poem!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could take credit for the photo, but it's just a stock photo from the internet. I'd love to play on that giant chess board. How cool is that?
ReplyDeleteJo, chess in and of itself is an interesting game, but you've made the pieces come to life! Superb as always.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading this, I'll never look at a chessboard in the same way again! So much emotion brings the pieces to life... very nice!
ReplyDeleteDan and Bob,
ReplyDeleteCheckmate!...oh, and thanks.
I love the photo. You know, for me anyway, the game of chess is symbolic of the political world around us. You really bring the game out ,and the photo of the black peices go great with the poem.
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