A set table

A set table

A Poem by Threads

Never done
That Queen of Venice stands
Ever busy
Hat lean of venerated thoughts
She turns to apply mascara

A night that is spent looking at stars
Can never be called joyful
In sight of yearning taking to mars
There fewer are called hopeful
He solemnly prepares for war

A set table
The pieces are moving
The candles bishops
And pawns the entrée I see
Yet both sides missing a piece in this masquerade

In the end I see
The king is captured
Like Mahler in Minor C
The music stopped
For the queen moved to another board.

© 2018 Threads



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Hey again everyone. It's been a while, but I'm hoping to start posting poetry once more here. I hope you enjoy this piece.

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I found this piece intriguing and delightful at the same time. Very nicely written

Posted 6 Months Ago


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6 Months Ago

Thank you! It was the result of a short bit of travel on the train. If you have any critiques I'm op.. read more
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6 Months Ago

i'm not that good at critiquing

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Keep pulling on that thread, maybe it will lead you to something you like, after all it got you this far. I am just someone looking to share and enjoy poetry. Feel free to tell me your thoughts more..

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