Hail the new Queen

The new reign begins

Splick, splock, splort
drink some port
report to the higher command
demand recompense

no defense

my preference for some
it has begun to grate
crudity for crudité
crude crud befuddling

no cuddling

d****t, I'm alone
on my throne
my vanquished predecessor
still licking his wounds

still licking something, anyway

the man upstairs, no,
the woman upstairs
has my back, Jack
relentless sarca-wit

no shirt, no shoes

the way I like it, lump it
dump it, Mr Limpet
don't be so frumpy, grumpy
my pinnacle of doom

my empty room

touches the distant sky
through cirrus clouds
amber night-glow
incandescent

reminiscent

watch the throng below
a mass forgetting, I'm betting
repeating the lies
like an old recording

a loop gesture

ignore the jester
with bad posture
and no conscience
live our defiance

hail the new queen

Reviews

[Tom Benson]

Hi Anne. It's great to see that you're still producing great stuff in verse.

[Anne Martin]

Thanks. I'm spending more time on WordPress these days, and too much time working, which is a bit blah, but until we are back in classrooms, that is the way of life now.