Resplendent,
you glow…
golden queen
on your throne.
Give your light
and grant your warmth,
long
thought
gone.
Alabaster, oak,
or polished stone,
the shine has shone,
since mother queen
retired to her home.
Golden goddess,
all alone,
hum the dirge,
rattle the bones,
resonate against
the ancient walls.
Sing the song,
into the darkened
resting
hall,
until the workers wake,
sober and stumbling
along.
© CG Tenpenny, 2021.
Illustration by Joseph Margulies.
