The Queen

A poem about a Queen and a Knight...

My blood is cherry red
My feet are lavender
My knees are purple-gray
My countenance is a cracked egg
My eyes look their own way
My hands-one secretive and the other blooming confidence
My nose is a polite suggestion
My mouth is always an outstretched hand
My teeth are heavy, too

Now that my portrait is done…
Sir Knight, who are you?

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