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A Queen Falling

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

The Olive Fairy Book 1907

The Olive Fairy Book 1907

"Oh my, how delerious you sound," the Queen of Fireflies gushed
while strands of stardust around her perfect neck wilted and rushed.
"Just being several of them," I tried to say without her mocking me
"I have some magic, but cannot find it," can you help me see?

Oh, my Queen of Sweet Land Beyond, how graceful you walk on the midnight
And how easy it is for you to pierce lovers' vows in silence or light.
Why, Queen of Fireflies, do you grow hatred in your heart?
Was it about a lover so fast, so fair who kissed you to only depart?

Look me me. I have my dipper. I am dapper and a pocketful of dirty sand
I am but a poor beggar clinging to the brush of your gown against my hand.
And sensing your royal scent of rosy-red, sky blue skin so fair
Running lightning bolts as children's game in and out of my lair.

Still, my Queen, your lips grow sweeter by the ticking clock
Sweeter, softer, and easier to my shaking touch on secret dock
Where your ships sleep soundly and servants run bounding madly
Expressing your disgust for me . . .
Expressing your seething anger for me . . .
Expressing how frail the woman inside you can be.

Crimson Fairy Book

Crimson Fairy Book

You cannot kill me, oh, Queen of Fireflies and Serpents Rare
I can own the clouds, smooth your crowds if I so should dare.
Careful, Queen as your silky feet walk as cats on slippery board
A rumbling you hear, a song you sing a killing cat's terrible roar.

I am but a handful of forgotten words
A few I must admit before the Ravens, such loyal birds.
They know. They see. They feel pity for me
I am but a passing thought, a careless care, a dying tree.

You've walked on and over me never seeing only your bees
Striking a sultry pose and crowing your pride on hands and knees.
Still, me and the Ravens and clouds of white
Are darkened now oh crown so wrong that falls tonight.

His black boots are a heartbeat away
He shatters your hands and kills your days.
One way soon and one day later on
A butterfly's wings is like me talking in unheard tone.

 The Court Jester 1906

The Court Jester 1906

I see your shining name, Queen of Underling Flies
I feel your brow's moist touch and unravel your lies.
I shall talk at you this last time in clouds of white
Watching your wings now cut of humble cloth of right.

Hear, do you hear the machines of death humming?
Do not move, Queen or send your maidens running.
Spill what's left of stolen wine
Sew yourself a new gown of pauper's twine.

Sit quietly among the sorrowful Mulberry trees
Silently praying, cursing, no more lands to seize.
You are to blame, not thief or drunkard of name
You, once Queen of mine, creator of princess pain.

One time, a beauty you were so prim and manners fair
Bluebirds, Cardinals and eagles you named to the air.
And watched as each flew on course so straight
Then quietly whispered as life closed your olden gate.

The princess and the curdie 1908

The princess and the curdie 1908

Your years were sweet as vineyards grow
Spent wine, endless dine, and sheaves cut in endless rows.
Dancing on dawns and sleeping with trolls
Telling jokes, foolish games with blind trusting moles.

Hear now, hear the wood carver's knife
Sizing your velvet coffin a prize to your pitiful life.
A name of shunned golden tags
Your linens, your gowns, now beggar women's rags.

Oh, lonely Black Widow and crow on wing
She seeks "the" song you taught her to sing.
Fly on, my silent friend and thief now free
Kiss the slumbers from your elixir tree.

I watch how you walk slowly now Queen once loved
How your laughing dragged and dredged the doves above.
Gone are they to you on your day of days
Swallowed by your pride and arrogant gaze.

© 2016 Kenneth Avery


Sakina Nasir from Kuwait on December 02, 2016:

I just loved this poem! Brilliant piece of work and it's fantastically written. Such an amazing talent! God bless you my dear friend. Waiting for your future poems. Take care. ☺

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 01, 2016:

Hey Kenneth, What's up? I would say hope you had a wonderful birthday and hope all your wishes come true but your message seems to be like a dark cloud in front of the sun on a summer's day. You know I care so you can share if you wish. Just don't say you are leaving the site or that you won't write anymore. Virtual hugs and blessings.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 28, 2016:

Notice To Everyone on This Hub Comment Section:

"Thank you ALL for being not only Cherished Followers, whom I would lay down my life for at anytime, but GREAT friends."

"I am totally serious with this comment to you and others. Life is very precious as I have found that out. Ironically, Nov. 27 was my birthday and I did not need to get any older. Reasons not revealed."

"I just wanted to tell you ALL that you being a big part of my life means The World to Me."

God bless you all richly.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 28, 2016:

Dreamer Meg,

Wow! I never imagined that one of my researched photos would be in one of your favorite books.

I am so happy to hear that.

Something that "I" was a part of, made someone else happy.


Merry Christmas!

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 28, 2016:

Kiss and Tales,

Hey, it's you. Where are you? I have missed your emails/comments.

Thanks so very much for your valuable input.

I shudder to think where I would be without you and all of my Priceless Followers whom I love with all of my heart.

Merry Christmas.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 28, 2016:

Blossom SB,

Thank you sincerely for your time to read and comment

on this work.

And I confess that this one WAS a tough task to do.

I cannot explain why.

Merry Christmas, Dear Friend.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on November 28, 2016:

old albion,

You are such a good friend. I question if I am worthy of such kind words or not.

God bless you, my good friend.

I mean it.

And please a Merry Christmas.

Kenneth Avery on November 28, 2016:

My Dearest Gypsy Rose Lee,

"Thank you so very much for this SWEET collection of words that DID cheer me up. I needed to hear this at this point."

"I pray that you have a Safe, Happy and Quiet Merry Christmas." "And please, keep in touch with me."

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 24, 2016:

Applause a most creative, wonderful poem. A fantasy worthy of Shakespeare himself. Writing this on Thanksgiving so wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on November 16, 2016:

Interesting poem that evokes a world of imagination, and great images.

Kiss andTales on November 16, 2016:

I love the picture it so beautiful !

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on November 16, 2016:

I love the pictures you use to illustrate such emotionally charged poetry. The book "The Princess And Curdie" was a favourite of mine as a child and I understand its author, George McDonald, influenced several other famous writers. He also wrote "At The Back Of The North Wind".

Graham Lee from Lancashire. England. on November 15, 2016:

Brilliant Kenneth. You show such depth here, a natural ability I am sure. Tip Top.


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