Blackberry Queen

I am a

strange queen
in a blackberry
robe torn
by thorns.


Seaweed
tresses
ribbon
my hair
and I am
crowned
by the setting sun
in a tree throne.


Laughing light
dances on
the river
-diamonds
no rich man
could buy.


I am charmed
by wildflowers
growing unlooked for
between trees
and I reject
the colors
of court.


They say
I am a
queen
without her
people


but I am your queen,
yours


and if all the land
were dry
I would make
it rain.


This poem is in honour of the Glynn Queen series- I have read Queen of the Tearling and The Invasion of the Tearling by Erika Johansen and thoroughly enjoyed them.
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Tree Song

The trees
are in love
with the bright
diamond sky
and the new
dewdrop day.

They murmur
and dance
leaf to leaf
the depths
of their
heartwood
blooms
out in a
trance.

They love
the ones
that listen
and play

you, me
the diamond sky
and the newly
dewed day.