knightmoves
We play chess. . . . .
Can a queen take a knight
If it is her dearest wish?
Rooks and castles clatter to the floor.
The king is gone to another country.
The pawns are all against her,
The bishops are irrelevant.
But the knight, the knight
The queen so loves the knight!
Lifted onto his rangy nag
The queen catches her breath for just two seconds.
The countryside goes skimming by
In out of focus Technicolor
His arms are tight about her.
And the queen,
She has her knight!
For she is his mate, never checked but
Always, always, ready to be taken.
Ann Foxglove
Mon 5th Jul 2010 21:33
Sorry, too many draughts in my cottage for me to be getting anything off my chess tonight! Can't think what there is about this poem that's brought this train of thought about Mr B!! x