The Short Queen Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

They ask why did I select a wife with weaknesses.

King Archidamos got married to a short wife,
he endured the ignorance of mob, their fiery arrows,
though all tall Ladies of Sparta laughed at her
saying she would give birth to dwarfs successors;
he saw through her soul quite a high castle,
read her heart, a fireside to warm his loneliness,
saw her weaving yarn from the skein of her mind.

In spite of all he paid a fine to his own town,
for he chose a short lady as his queen, for him
she was tall standing on volumes of knowledge -
those tall ladies hardly bow their waist to listen,
they are self-consumed like snakes eating their tails.

So I was taught that the night is not onto the day
nor a minus onto so many Plus, visible or invisible.
I redeem the one criticized by them, chosen by me,
after all her weakness is my strength, breath of spirit,
our hearts are stars that vibrate and been vibrated
let us keep well our good since the beauty passes by.



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