Marie Stuart


I see petite porcelain figures
On the chessboard of France
Learning to dance
I take them in my hand
Tiny, refined, lined with gold
Cold crowns
Against my skin
That fades in the torchlight
Of dark, English stones.


C. LJ 2020 

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