Shannon Harney

Pawn - Poem by Shannon Harney

A game of chess
A king and a queen
Each pulling for pawns
There's black and there's white
And each pawn must decide
For the game to go on
But I hate this game
I've never learned chess
I dont see the need
For one to be best
For this pawn,
There's only ever been gray
Her black is his white
But what is the point
In supplying pawns to the fight?
Is allegiance such a need
That demands fiction from each?
Fictional squares and fictional lines?
I try to find truth
When I squint at the board
and the squares seem to blend
But still the lines aren't aligned
my heart's not onboard
And I'm lost all over again

Topic(s) of this poem: chess, family

Comments about Pawn by Shannon Harney

  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/28/2015 10:52:00 AM)

    a game of chess.. poets are used to write ''peana'' about chess.. Your poem is an original one ;) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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