Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #193
This Is My Last Chance
by Belinda Roddie
This is my last chance to recover
my bearings, my grace, and my sanity.
My robes have been stripped, my great throne has burned,
my crown hung in a vicious effigy.
My brother has been executed, my
sister lost to consumption, and my dear
cousins, nieces, and nephews have all died
in the midst of this uprising. I fear
that more will be slaughtered if I don't take
this fading opportunity to stop
the bloodshed. The old world order's at stake.
I have my sword and shield. I will chop
away at the wall that the people raised
to hinder me as queen in golden days.
by Belinda Roddie
This is my last chance to recover
my bearings, my grace, and my sanity.
My robes have been stripped, my great throne has burned,
my crown hung in a vicious effigy.
My brother has been executed, my
sister lost to consumption, and my dear
cousins, nieces, and nephews have all died
in the midst of this uprising. I fear
that more will be slaughtered if I don't take
this fading opportunity to stop
the bloodshed. The old world order's at stake.
I have my sword and shield. I will chop
away at the wall that the people raised
to hinder me as queen in golden days.
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