Chiseled each nook with sordid care
Laid each crevice
with jewels
As if tomorrow have no place on earth.
She sat erect her sceptre held aloft
As if to bless all the commonfolks
Her boudouir a welcome hall
Her subjects greedy with tales told.
The brickwalls and chandeliers were witness
When queen and princess
Hurled firestones
And gifted each other poisoned words
To seal apart their blighted worlds.
The hourglass amassed with sand
Turned upside down to let time run
A little kinder here
A little love flew there
In between two hearts too regal to avow.
Time stood between time
The wax has darkened the polished woods
The dents on silver reflect the ancient moon
In place of her crown the queen wears a solemn calm
And blessed her daughter
A precious ring of halcyon.
Amidemanila, I saw your comment at Toads and came to visit you. I am so sorry for your loss. Losing a mother is a big thing, and you are still so young. You have written a wonderful tribute to her.........I hope you read it at the celebration of her life. The closing lines are especially beautiful. I will be thinking of you in the days ahead. Take care.
ReplyDeleteI too saw your comment at Toads. I am so sorry for your loss and send my condolences to you!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful write. It seems the Mother (Queen) was a bit lofty and remote from her subjects (family) Some very deep emotion in this.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for your loss. Losing your mother is such a difficult loss to come to terms with.
Thank you for visiting me.