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Queen?
long fingers
delicate in demeanor
ferocious in delivery
love and rage abiding
harmoniously, I dare say
splaying my short, pudgy hands
I compare them to hers,
watching
an intricate puppet-dance
only the well-practiced know
kneading and tossing
the melody this old kitchen sings
is solemn and heavy;
I ask her if I will make biscuits
thrice a day
for hungry men and rowdy boys
when I am grown,
and she laughs in such a way
that I’m not all that sure
she actually finds it funny
I really hope not, my little one
I wonder if she is happy,
or if her constant smile
is as practiced as her hands -
can I be the only one who sees
that it never quite reaches
her gold-green hazel eyes?
my grandfather calls her his queen,
but I’m not convinced
being a queen
is everything the title promises
and I decide in that moment,
titles are best left on paper
and not worn atop your head
delicate in demeanor
ferocious in delivery
love and rage abiding
harmoniously, I dare say
splaying my short, pudgy hands
I compare them to hers,
watching
an intricate puppet-dance
only the well-practiced know
kneading and tossing
the melody this old kitchen sings
is solemn and heavy;
I ask her if I will make biscuits
thrice a day
for hungry men and rowdy boys
when I am grown,
and she laughs in such a way
that I’m not all that sure
she actually finds it funny
I really hope not, my little one
I wonder if she is happy,
or if her constant smile
is as practiced as her hands -
can I be the only one who sees
that it never quite reaches
her gold-green hazel eyes?
my grandfather calls her his queen,
but I’m not convinced
being a queen
is everything the title promises
and I decide in that moment,
titles are best left on paper
and not worn atop your head
Published 3rd Sep 2020
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4th Sep 2020 3:51am
4th Sep 2020 4:06am
Dear L,
Perceptive is how this lovely write makes me think. The little queen in training feels the undercurrent of loss? A tinge of regret? Disappointment? From the older queen. The vignette caught in the moment of prepping another endless mealtime is so real. Almost made me want to wash my hands of the flour before I accidentally smooshed it on my face. Ultimately, I loved the realization of little queen knowing there’s way more to grasp outside of that kitchen. Crown or no crown. Another home run! Beautiful write. H🌷
Perceptive is how this lovely write makes me think. The little queen in training feels the undercurrent of loss? A tinge of regret? Disappointment? From the older queen. The vignette caught in the moment of prepping another endless mealtime is so real. Almost made me want to wash my hands of the flour before I accidentally smooshed it on my face. Ultimately, I loved the realization of little queen knowing there’s way more to grasp outside of that kitchen. Crown or no crown. Another home run! Beautiful write. H🌷
4th Sep 2020 6:44pm
Bravo. The wisdom she must've held was priceless, I am sure. She was of the generation that served her family with self-sacrifice ( though not all chose that life ). My grandmother did, and worked as well. This is a lovely tidbit of sharing, Luna. I truly appreciate the intricacies of imagery.
11th Sep 2020 6:42pm
ahhhhhh! so stinking good. i had a grandmother just like this. and i always wondered the same thing about biscuits and serving all those around me.
you seriously have a great economy of words. so well done.
you seriously have a great economy of words. so well done.
