Kaikeyi’s rant
Fourteen years: a slew of curses, a stretched silence
Five thousand hundred and ten, days of acid scorn
Shunned, as night slips into strained day
I, too, am the queen mother.
Wife- mother- widow- witch,
the mirrors jeer, echo
a harsh banshee wail, destiny’s words
I, too, am the queen mother
a quagmire of my own design
abuse and hate my crown of thorns
the acrid flame that purified molten gold
the weathered stone it was beaten fine on
I, too, am the queen mother.
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8 comments:
wow.
v nice!
I love this poem, so beautiful!
*smile*
ty.
Bookclover, there is a bit of history-myth to this name, wiki it?
Just folowing a link you left on Bookclover's blog. I'll return to read your poetry. Nice!
Ruth, great to have you here...
:)
update update...
this has been waiting too long.
dunno words. verse.
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