Queen of Spades

a current work in progress

You turned your head
with the whisper
of that one word
and shuffled stiffly down
the dark, cluttered hall
lined with the mementos
of our yesterday.

The red of her dress,
The red of her spit,
The red of her blood,
still clung to you.

I saw the smile on your face
even as your back
grew smaller, farther.
The clumps of baked earth
you nervously crumbled
between your fingers,
left a trail
stamped into the carpet.

The red of your breath,
The red of your lust,
The red of your heart,
turned upside down.

She sent a carriage for you.
Her jewels are finer than mine,
and with the night
surrendering to the sunrise,
I accepted the loss
in unvoiced defeat.

The black of my tears,
The black of my soul,
The black of our kingdom,
fallen, mislead, and betrayed.

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

Now, I feel like playing the cards games again (lol)

Anyway, when I was reading it, at first I thought it was partly about the Queen of Heart or Queen of Diamond, until the last four lines explained it all. Really great and sure is worth reading, so all is good here...

[Virellius an Fiach]

Wow. This poem reminds me so much of my own favored style. The repetition of phrases, but not necessarily rhyming. I LOVED it. Keep it up!
This was a beautiful piece of work.