Your Majesty #TuesdayPoetics

Always pointed

in words and pose.


Perfect poise,

perfect response,

perfect timing.


Held yourself

above the rest of us.


My own feet

too leaden.


My words dropped

like iron anchors

through deck

and hull.

Took the ship down

with me.


You reached

or so I thought

when I grasped

for your hand.


You were simply gesturing

to the view beyond.




  1. I think I would have been disrespectful to this arrogant boor; nice poetics, love /like iron anchors through deck and hull/.


  2. I’ll admit that I didn’t expect the ending! It caught me by surprise, but then again the beginning talks about an aloof, eccentric individual.


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