Poetry

Skirts twirl in the night

Eyes twinkle in the light

Coy glances exchanged

Ladies dancing together

Hidden from the prying gaze

Peoples poor and fields bare

Children left in snow with no care

Sons sent far from home to work

Under a ponderous lord’s greedy smirk

A king clothed in bloody red

Warmed by hearth on silken bed

While all the people freezing cried

Chilled by winds and king’s pride

Let them eat frost

Let them eat snow

The monarch decreed:

They reap what they sow

A king clothed in bloody red

Warmed by hearth on silken bed

While all the people freezing cried

Chilled by winds and king’s pride

The people rose to their feet

To a murderous drum’s stifling beat

Up on a spike they perched his head

And triumphantly burned his stead

Sun kissed skin

Hidden grin

Emerald eyes

Gaze that defies

Flowing locks

Crafty as a fox

Kind heart

Quite smart