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.