A Game of Chess
Bathed in freckled sunlight,
Upon quilted grass,
Violet played with her toys,
And in a bordering nation
A King played with his.
“Should the Knight move now,
And to where shall he move?”
Whispered the King to the wise men.
But in the lollipop mind of Violet
Circled innocent thoughts,
Of a child, and school, and a husband,
All pretend.
The King made his move,
Rook to attack opposing Queen
But what of the violet that played in the park?
The Pawns had crept into the city,
A misdirected shot
Shattered the blossom in her purple dress.
Red complements showered the grass
And the violet withered.
“Checkmate!” cried the King,
And the game was over.
