Warrior Queen

sudden inspiration and a need to exercise my new eyes..

Warrior Queen

When I was a shadow

And

Before I was a man

Wars

Could be won with

A single shower of

Singing arrows and

A solitary song

Twas then my queen

She

Did wear a robe of live

Green dancing finches

Each one held together

By a thousand

Silver bows

But that was yesterday

When time it was

Yet still golden

And tomorrow

As you know well

Never comes

But leaves us young …

Author's Note

Dont try this at home...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a beautiful tribute to a warrior heart. I was thinking of Walking Queen when I saw your title, then clicked & here's she's the first to review! Love your totally unique imagery to show how one can be both broken & still sporting an irresistible plume of finery (((YOW))) fondly, Margie

[Neville]

These words are for all the warriors who fight on against the odds in a world largely fucked.. I guess that counts us both in...... (CHUFFED) magnificently N:)

[Fay Slimm]

Warriors are those seeing time as illusion - the moment is all that counts as you portray so well in this intriguing poem-song.......... I would love to wear a robe of finches all dancing.......... season's bestest to you dear friend.

[Neville]

I bet that would tickle ya fancy Fay.... thanking you for checking in and Seasons Finest back at ya :)

[Fay Slimm]

Ha - - tickle they would but oh what a feeling - - have posted a ticklish subject today and I forgot to label it over 18s. Hope it stays in.

[Eilis]

The land of moving backwards until we arrive at the most perfect version of ourselves. This feels very Narnian to me. I do have two kids, so I can be forgiven for that train of thought, I hope. But, the heroics and purity. The ability to move through time unimpeded. These things are beautiful.

I am enchanted, also, by that robe of green dancing finches. What finery could compare. This one has my imagination gears spinning. I love when that happens.

I’m so glad your eyes are mending and you’re finding yourself better able to be here, Neville. Nice to read more of your lovely poems. All good things to you, my friend.

[Neville]

Aye things are looking up.. I am looking up and sometimes, very occasionally I see.. Many thanks indeed for such a lovely and uplifting comment my friend.... Neville

[Terpsichore]

20/20 vision on this one, good old NHS, or wuz you went private.

Wars nowadays are won more I think, by the showers of bullshit that spew from political mouths, rather than a shower of arrows.

'Me, gas my own people, of course not, I'm a really nice guy, I mean, I wear ARMANI SUITS! And as for the unfounded rumours that my best friend Vladimir from Russia is bombing hospitals on purpose, nothing but fake news put out by the Americans who want to steal my oil!

That was a party political broadcast on behalf of Bashar al-Assad, the great and benevolent leader of Syria.

T

[Neville]

thank you for checking in and considering these words.. Neville

[Robert Trakofler]

How happy I am that your new eyes are working better:) battered, bruised, beaten, but never ever truly broken you just get better with each adversity and another notch on your inkwell for vanquishing another foe with that pen of yours Nev:)

[Robert Trakofler]

P.S. there are so many warriors on this site WINK WINK

[Neville]

there are indeed so many warriors here Robert.. I am always in awe... please excuse the delay in getting back to ya.. for some reason, I am not getting notifications through... must check with admin maybe or my settings.. my daughter has been responding on my behalf whilst I have been in the dark and anything could have happend bless her little cotton socks...

[Tom]

Like in the days of old when knights were bold, yes Sir, there is more than a chivalrous flavour running throughout this fine poem, ' when it was a time still golden ' .... beautifully penned Neville & a happy Christmas to you & yours 🎅🏻

[Neville]

So bloomin good to hear from you Tom.. tis muchly appreciated and then some I can tell ya... Seasons best to you of course and yours sir.... N

[emmajoy]

'. wear a robe of live - Green dancing finches - Each one held together - By a thousand - Silver bows..'

Methinks we can select our own meaning for your gently falling words. Can opt for the once upon a time fact or fiction. Or, by the light of early morning, interpret YOUR mix and match of one women's glorious traits or an amalgam of many. Whilst the ending seems to slide into a sadness, there's that emotion of life travelling on, clinging on with smiling memories! You never miss a trick when you write from the heart!

[Neville]

Hey emmajoy.. I nearly missed this luvly comment.. for some reason, I am no longer receiving any notifications from the cafe.. maybe someone knows I Might miss em, if so apologies.. cant even blame my daughter, can I .... N :)

[emmajoy]

As someone who's so often late with thank yous I'd never, never complain about only a few hours' delay!

[Chris Shaw]

Queen of the Iceni, Boudicca is where I travelled here. A warrior heart if ever there was one. Taking on the Roman invaders. Fearless woman, one to remember when you are looking for courage. Standing out from the crowd and not cowering to injustice. Lovely poem Neville. I sincerely hope your op has given you some hope. All good wishes.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you our Chris.. I like where my words took you today and your kind thoughts are seriously appreciated too.

Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love "the green dancing finches held together by silver bows"

and sooner or later with enough war...tomorrow never comes....made me hum the Beatles' song
from Revolver.
the expression is vast here.
j.

[Neville]

Thank you jacob a much appreciated visit if ever there was... funny you should mention Revolver, I was only listening to it a couple of days ago... vast always does it for me... Seasons very Best to ya..
N.

[Lorry]

What we were and what we are now, once we lived and seen enough to show us that what we see and what we are told rarely equate to the same thing, usually thanks to those we trust enough to know they see it too. The more years that pass and the more s**t we see, makes warriors of us all, to fight fir a tomorrow that makes sense and having the back of others that have yours.
Or it could be about a young lad playing war, trying to save the fair maiden.
Really like the ending, positive of having something/one tolook forward to.
Well done Nev. Proof your eyes are in fine fettle and can see clearly how fecked up things are these days.

[Neville]

When ya hedge all yer bets you can't be wrong... but you are just so write.. and the eyes are coming on nicely.. I can almost see for yards..

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of an old Celtic or Arthurian legend, but it could be just the yearning for lost youth. It plays well either way.

[Neville]

Tis no secret, I certainly yearn for lost youth my friend and I just love Arthurian & Celtic legends me and Arthur being just like X n all... Aztec & Amazons also spring to mind.... Seasons very Best to you sir.... N