Asters

 

 

 when

i was a princess,

it never crossed my mind

that one day i would become Queen.

and instead of dipping my toes

into the still pool,

i would cross

the dark 

moat,

to a place

from which

i cannot return.

an interior castle,

 where the saints are

confined, so no one would

guess that they were  human.

but you broke through the gates,

leaving  woodland asters

 at my threshold.

you once knew

 the Princess,

but fiercely

love the

Queen.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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