Inspired by a Tarot card.


Death Deferred



Uneasy is the head that wears the crown.

The Queen was only a few steps from the guillotine,
a whisper away from the abattoir.
So she trod heavily,
and spoke loudly,
and kept no confidences.
It would all be over soon.
She threw glittering parties.
Lords and ladies, knights and princesses
attended, curious.
The Queen was dressed to the nines,
unafraid, and showing such confidence.
She didn't hide in her palace,
but went out amongst the people.
The clergy and the courtiers
convened with judges and royalty.
The intrigue was dropped,
the plot broken.
The specter of death faded,
then disappeared.
It was as if the Queen had no idea
of the forces against her.
But she knew very well
how precarious her position was,
kept her terror in check
until she could breathe freely again.

Uneasy is the head that wears the crown.


August 21, 2009
© Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-29 at 07:34

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