Anonymous Queen Lost Poem by Nadia Mottley

Anonymous I grew
Andromeda in waiting
with crystal blues and shimmering dances
the breath of Eden promising
garden parties by tremulous streams
feasting on dark coals of heart's desire

Now joy simmers into molten sorrow
as gnarled hands tear my veil of anonymity
my audience-my captor
drown all remembrances into
peaceful dreams and forgotten purpose

And when down a miraged road
of fork-tongued despair
new travelers
too late find
a transient queen of outcasts
overgrown with leaden vines
glabrous with shimmering souls
-too new - they too will fall