Red Queen

A collaborative poem with the Oracle. I’m stuck in this corner of history for the moment.

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Russet red hair she has,

head wreathed in scarlet flames

no rain can put out.

Beauty she has,

pale as moonlight,

old a thousand years,

yet bright as that summer in my mind’s eye,

the summer she met her king.

 

I dream of the red queen’s love,

in a forest lush and green

beneath purple hills.

She sleeps in shadows now,

since the sky ran red with blood,

but death cannot quench her fire

nor put out her light,

not while there are words

to trace her portrait and tongues to tell,

how the red rose vanquished the white.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Red Queen”

  1. Oh yes, sorry! I had to privatizise the blog over a year in the past. During our very engaged lawyers here. Some of them dont love me. 😉 And some cookies of WP are not explained like the GDPR wants to have. Only prevention, but all re-blogs wil be forwarded to twitter and attached RSS-portals.

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