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.
