Dinner is served
without relish.
The silence is suffocating,
worse than the double edged conversation
that cuts
and slices to thin ribbons
all pretence
of co-operation, celebration or
mutual comprehension
that we dare suggest
or try to realise.
You look to right and left,
a pawn between two powerful pieces
intent on mutual domination.
What chance, Alice, that you will cross the board
and claim your queenly crown?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Give perpectual checks...it's neither a win or lose situation...leading to stalemate i believe Poignant piece Janice...a 'piece' with utmost gravity...thanks...10