The Queen Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The Queen

Once in the stillness of an autumnal night
When a clear stream flowed from the woods to the sea
A fair, angelic maiden did appear to me
Possessing gazes graced with light.

Like a holy ghost from Bethlehem
Her smile was of copper, and instilled a sigh
Of canticles, of vespers, of satin and sky
Which the cherubs exhaled in Jerusalem.

Her tresses were gold, of a silhouette and dark.
She walked with the pace of an immaculate queen.
And in her sacred wake, solemnly, unseen,
Her fragrant mignonette sanctified the park.

John Lars Zwerenz
(From 'New Poems' (C) 2022)