Longing
The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
January 6, 2021
Combing her hair
The maiden thought
“What a shame about that cook”
That cook was delightful
Blue and gold eyes
So soft skin
But without any real title
For a night maybe
The maiden would lay
But, alas, her heart could not allow
Thoughts of that cook crowd her mind
Their hands intertwined
Smiles exchanged
The event that caused them both such pain
For a moment the maiden wondered
Who was that martyr?
What sane man, under the queen,
Would dare steal a sip of her wine?
A question unanswered
But a knock at her door
The maiden called out
“Come in” she said
Before turning her head
And dropping her comb to the floor
Before her stands
Her one night stand
That cook, that goddamned cook
“My darling,
I’ve come pleading
I need to take your hand
My mind gone
My career has failed
As you take the recipe’s place”
The maiden didn’t hear a word
She only saw one thing
An unbuttoned shirt
Informal style
Standing in her palace
“You’re right” she says
“Your mind is gone
Your simply not the same”
She broke a heart
One that she stole
One that she let become bloodied
She broke that heart
That heart she yearned for
As “leave” fell from her lips
Miss Beauchesne • Jan 7, 2021 at 10:18 am
Very nice, anonymous Storyteller!