Jennifer L Granville
I Sit In Failure - Poem by Jennifer L Granville
I sit in failure as a queen in state
With an intricate crown pinned
Upon my aching head
Studded with the thousand glimmering diamonds
Tears, trapped in a golden filigree
So artfully wound by my royal alchemist
His recipe, loss.
My courtly subjects, lost dreams
Dance the bitter-sweet sarabande at my feet
Sad and measured and once-beautiful.
I know their every face,
Their birth, their names, their deaths.
While I sit in glacial purity upon my throne
In this haunted realm I have created for us all.
In polite disdain and forced reverence
Each ghostly dancer, in turn, bows to me
In homage and mockery
Vanquisher of the Potential
Benevolent ruler of them all, of us all
In this shadow kingdom of failure.
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