The Queen of Everywhere

Money can't buy freedom.

Earth tinted skin, wildflower hair
The Queen's realm expanded everywhere.

From the bushes she picked red ripened berries
Happiness lived in a bowl of cherries

Dancing barefoot in the Southern breeze
With the gods she played in hawthorn trees.

Clear sky eyes turned into midnight
As darkness dropped on the autumnal night.

'The Queen's not cultivated,' they said
'She must be updated,She must be well bred.'

Chemical beached skin to wash away her sin.
Synthetic flowers for the lady's bower.

They boxed her in an elaborate maze
Kept her well dressed for the rest of her days.

Fed her the best food  from overseas
but the Queen just longed a bowl of cherries

Her earth tinted skin, her wildflower hair
The Queen's realm diminished everywhere.

D.Hinson
Sep 09

Author's Note

Hmm... a new one. It's not the final draft. Not really about a queen at all...although it may have been subliminally inspired by an Audrey Hepburn film, 'Roman Holiday'.

Reviews

[StoryTailor]

I like this. It's touching and has a good strong point.