We call her The Queen
And rightfully so.
She sits atop her throne
Growling orders to her minions.
The weak-spirited acquiesce
To her desires,
And they admire
Her confidence and purpose.
The strong-willed balk
And blatantly gawk
While, scepter in hand,
She rules the land
With an iron paw.
Getting her way
Through force and might
Or tears and spite.
She’s The Queen, you know.
She thinks she has a right to crow.
Wonderful! Love the imagery in this, very skillfully done.
Thanks for saying this, Lucy — it’s much appreciated, you know!
Thank you for writing it!
Clearly, you’re writing about the Evil Queen, not the Good Queen! I’d walk softly around that one, too, lest I get bonked on the head with that sceptre! Nicely done — it’s been a while since a poem’s made me just a little fearful!
Fearful? Okay, I suppose “she” could be seen as such. I hadn’t really intended to describe her negatively. You know, power can be seen as a bad thing — or a good thing, I guess, depending on how one uses it!
Hmmm… I just had another read, and she still comes off to me negatively. I’ve known people who “bark demands,” and “snarl commands.” And, I’ve had a little experience of people who depend on force, might, tears, and spite. Maybe it’s my experience that shaped my response to the poem.
You certainly did a good job of evoking a response, even if it wasn’t the one you expected!
Thanks, Linda. Maybe that’s what’s so interesting about poetry, we read into verse what we know. Now that I reread it, I, too, see where you’d get this impression!
Debbie, I absolutely loved the clever and skillful way you wrote and presented this poem! And the picture of the rose is stunning!
What a great ending….
“She’s The Queen, you know.
She thinks she has a right to crow.”
Well done, my friend!
Happy Monday and have a super week!
X to you and Dallas
Aw, thanks, Ron. I appreciate your taking time to read and sing some praises! Here’s hoping your week is wonderful (watch out for those storms that passed through northern Illinois yesterday!)
The queen indeed and gloriously so
Morgan!! You’re here! Thanks for visiting, my friend — I’ll stop by to see you soon, I promise. Your words are delicious — thank you for saying them!
Im so sorry I don’t pop by more often!! Thank You ever so much for reading them 🙂
No problem. I’m just thrilled ANY time you pop by!
Great stuff! This is exactly the type of Queen I want to be! Growling orders to my minions is one of my lifetime ambitions…
You’d make an excellent queen, FF! Why, I’d vote for you myself … but I guess queens don’t really get elected, do they?? Anyway, I agree that it might be fun having minions!!
I saw the play Alice in Wonderland recently and this reminded me of the queen of hearts. Good job.
Thanks, John. Glad it passed muster!
I know this queen! She lives in my garden and is quite prickly. But from a distance, she is regal.
I hear she’s making the rounds, DD. She’s quite popular in these parts. Glad you’re able to appreciate her beauty, without getting pricked by her weapons!
What a beauty. Truly a queen, regal in her stature. A rose by any other name…what is more exquisite?
Thanks, Monica! There *is* something exquisite about a rose, isn’t there? No wonder roses are chosen for so many occasions — from proms and weddings to funerals. And this one’s scent is heavenly, too!
Awesome! Flowed beautifully, and the flower is gorgeous. Is her name Queen?
Thanks for your kind words, Professor! Actually, “she” is a “Mr. Lincoln,” named for our 16th President. And, despite my neglect, “she” continues to be prolific, producing lovely flowers for all to enjoy!
How sweet of her, I say. Makes me want to grow one, the sudden.