Throne

a poem. Also a haiku

A throne, Where only,
She alone would sit
A lone monarch with a heart of gold.

Her locks of silver hair would flow,
Broad Spectacles perched on her nose
With a saffron stone ring on her finger.

Here she had long lingered
Come from abroad
Bode to create a legacy.

A permanent fixture,
A monument of a time past
A kind figure cast on the furniture.

From her seat
She would survey
The world.

She would meet and greet,
All those feet who came
Bearing gifts.

Delicacies or literature,
Her thanks so sincere and pure
To these she held so dear.

Subjects came from a far,
The wild geese returning,
Some older and some still learning.

What they observed
Was a kingdom at peace,
No grief or strife at least.

She herself was an able subject
A follower of the flock.
A reader of that book of prose.

On occasions she was known to
Distribute goods of luxury foods
She the judge and jury of who was worthy.

All stared in amazement
At this treasure trove of deluxes
This place seemed nothing but a daze.

Then one day,
After some delay
Her chair was bade away.

Reviews

[Augustus]

The rise and fall of the Queen...The title itself, I believe, is a metonymy. In fact the poem is replete with metonymys and synecdoches.."All those feet who came", "Her chair was bade away"...Very fluent in its flow and handles its subject matter in a balladesque way... I minor word of criticism: Maybe it was a stanza or two too long...but a good poem overall...:)

[Romeion Case]

:-) gotta love monarchies. this was interesting to say the least. good job. :-)