The Woman Beneath

Two of Three

Part II  The Woman Beneath 

A Poem by Colton Warr

She sets the heavy crown down,
Lets fall the velvet gown,
No gem outshines her grace,
No diadem her face.

She slips from threads of gold,
From fabrics stiff and cold,
Her loosened, falling hair,
More radiant left bare.

The clinking, jeweled rings,
Release their shining things,
And there against her skin,
A softer glow within.

No more the armored bright,
No staged and polished light,
Just laughter in her eyes,
Unmeasured as the skies.

No heralds speak her claim,
No trumpets sound her name,
She simply stands and breathes,
And every doubt she sheaves.

The ornaments that show,
A borrowed royal glow,
Fade gently from her smile,
Yet she outshines them all the while.

Each guarded, golden part,
Falls from her living heart,
And in her standing free,
She is the queen to me.

She turns from grand display,
Lets ceremony fall away,
And in her quiet true,
I see the realest you….

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

All bedecked with jewels and stiff garments…on the outside… yet beneath this regalia is a real, person, who has a heart, a soul, a yearning to be loved….the real one is soft, gentle, kind and true… all the other materialistic things are worthless….
Nice!
Warmly
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