Queen Is The Poet Poem by James McLain
Queen Is The Poet
She being a muse, blue cherished is her sky.
Underneeth looking up, saith he,
hearing her, she to he,
one when coming both said – simply spoken is a word.
“Saith I, saying he, let it out, open it up too the queen,
and she being his, a poet in deep,
seen over his head, with her in love.
Being the queen of the poet of his only world.
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