QUEEN ANNE’S FATE (for lack of a better title)

Queen Anne

Dance
Queen Anne
trim with lace
the meadow bed
for your wild monarch
butterfly rests his head
in your chambers. Would he stay?
You ask. Faithfulness is not his
to give. Yet you stay with your merry
ways until Autumn’s cold winds do you part.

Hope is a gift that lets you stand even
when the world seems to plot your fall.
Too many times your eyes had shed
tears that drowned a weaker soul.
In your hand they are pearls
rising as prayer
that your heart be
made anew
with each
fall.

~~~

An Etheree for DVerse Poets.

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21 comments

  1. This was wonderful! Your use of line-breaks is very skillful; I especially liked the one between “for your monarch” // “butterfly”, underlining the central double-meaning of ‘Queen Anne’s lace’. And the concluding lines “In your hand they are pearls // rising as prayer // that your heart be // made anew // with each // fall” were simply beautiful. They evoke the feeling of that especially precious form of desperate hope that only arises when you’re right at the edge of utter despair…

  2. From the title to the end, this is stunning. Love how creative you were with lovely Queen Anne’s Lace, giving her pondering questions, moments of sorrow and hope.

    “Hope is a gift that lets you stand even when the world seems to plot your fall.” This could be a famous quote, I believe.

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