Elizabeth

The title says it all

 

 

The Flame Folk

Eyes the shape of stars

(Souls at the fence)

Squinting through

The moth eaten

Velvet cloak of night

 

Crickets amass

Clapping their wings

Flashing offerings

Hoping their chants

Will be heard behind

The fence that divides

 

The barrier we call sky

That hides the golden ones

The waiting ones

 

Waiting whilst She

Travels the long galactic road

That weaves her through

An elegant waltz of stars

On a grand cosmic stage

 

Draped in a gown of red and gold

The harp awaiting her command

Her lions reared, at the ready

Their guard always up

 

 

Whilst the indifferent

The not knowing 

That a glowing soul, 

Tall, erect

Awaits their reunion

Author's Note

In memory

Reviews

[Gee]

To reign faultlessly for 70 years is staggering. Pity the family cannot behave !
A wonderful tribute to a truly unique lady

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a beautiful tribute to a Queen who exuded nothing but class, seventy years worth.
the reunion will happen soon.
j.

[Pauline]

Hello J and many thanks for your review. On looking back on her life over all those years, I have to say, she was certainly some woman. Even two days before her death she was welcoming in the new prime minister.
Yes, she'll certainly be missed and yes, he'll be there waiting for her.
Hope you're keeping well J.
Pauline.