Over the summer months Christine Roberts is delighting and entertaining us with her chess poems. This one takes a look at her majesty the queen.

Imagine how it feels to be
superior to all the team.
The pawns and pieces next to me,
worth less, acknowledge I’m the cream.

I bide my time to move around
as others trip out on the board,
and when the groundwork’s good and sound,
I leave my square and join the horde.

But if my handler makes mistake
and moves me quickly, far too soon,
I’m chased around without a break,
then hurry home, feel like a loon!

And one last thing I’ll now impart
(stuck in my side, proverbial thorn),
the humblest objects from the start
can equal me, and queen a pawn.

Copyright © Christine Roberts 2021

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