Ribs Clutching Veins (day 2332)

Love turned to ice
Torn from it’s cave
Ribs clutching veins
Cavernous thoughts
Soiled floor
No longer beating
Lay the heart
Of the North Sea Queen
Upon her nightstand
Of blackest of stones.

Alone she sat
Eyes to the heavens
An empty void
Collapsing around her
In a symphony
Of North Sea Wind
Finding hollows
Within the North Sea Castle
Reminding all lovers
To beware
Icy grips of torture
Lay upon the brow;
Deep winter’s birth.

One by one
Suitors came bundled
Inexperienced, undermanned,
Incapable of holding
Court with frost
Who all left lifeless,
Vague and soulless,
Unable to escape
That same grip
Which tore thy love
– Ribs clutching veins.

North Sea Queen V by Doreen Broers
North Sea Queen V by Doreen Broers (ig)

Shadow Tower (day 2330)

She rustled her leaves back and forth
Sweeping a nation of winter
Through the villages below.

How could they feel
This anger, hatred
Without winter closing upon them?

Darkness in a tower
Shadows lingering longer
Than daylight had planned.

Whispers were shrieks
To those unshielded ears
Unbowed, unobedient.

Children not yet warned
Would stare in awe
Horrific shadows cast.

Amidst harsh coldness
Sat iron gates, locked
Winter, forever exposed.

Queen of the North Sea
Angular and majestic
Ruthless and cold.

North Sea Queen IV by Doreen Broers
North Sea Queen Iv by Doreen Broers (ig)

Their Brute (day 2327)

Day by day
The North Sea Queen
Watched over her devoted:
Warriors of a
Highly skilled race
Rippling against their brute.

From in the sky
Her watchfull eye
Caught every bead
Of dripping sweat
And in her mind
Raced every game
Passion alone
Could not play.

Just as skilled
She lorded divine
Power over lust
That filled each eye
That caught her visage;
Then it shall succumb
Frozen as ice remains.

Yet even though
Her icy glare
Caught each eye
Who dared to stare,
She relished primal,
Openly devoured,
Sensually flaunted,
And ruthlessly
Took only prisoners.

North Sea Queen III by Doreen Broers
North Sea Queen III by Doreen Broers (ig)

Sharpening Stone (day 2326)

Upon a knee
Our warrior was blasphemed
Rose in teeth
Cut down
And consecrated
Upside down
By a dagger
Ten inches long
Through the girth
Of his left rib
Icy reverie ensued
From the coldest of hands
From the North Sea Queen.

Upon a knee
Blood thickly rolled
Like dreadful winter freeze
All words lost
In the eyes of our warrior
Who at long last
Veil removed
Saw truth
Darkness in the heart
Ice in the touch
Of the North Sea Queen.

Upon a knee
A heart slowly broke
Glossed over
With ice
A deep cold
For within this
Intimate hearth
Exposed, revealed
A sharpening stone
Ancient and froze
And our warrior’s sadness
Frigid
Clasped
By the North Sea Queen.

North Sea Queen II by Doreen Broers
North Sea Queen II by Doreen Broers (ig)

Monument (day 2325)

At long last
After years of toil
Relentless servants
Of the North Sea Queen
Finished
A monument of the cold
Ravishingly cold Queen.
She screamed the orders
Barked out commands
And had off with those
Who balked at her plan.
A siren had come
And tempted her faithful
Who lasted no more
Then five nights
With what Faithful remains
– No chance –
The siren had blown
Such a warm summer’s wind
Down the back of Faithful
To what ends, no more.
Hearing the uproar
Amongst chattering icicles
The Ice of the North Sea
Knew everything devious.
Off she marched
With ten thousand souls
She commanded an army
To find the rogue, un-Faithful.
Aghast, in the midst
Of passion, enflamed
Engulfed the North Sea Queen
With icy cold madness
Catching in mid stride
Works of a lover
To be sentenced to eternity;
A monument remains.

North Sea Queen by Doreen Broers (ig)

Sweat Tea (day 1840)

Into my sweet tea
I felt there was an empty spoon
And you came along so soft
To help me with my sugar,
And here your golden laughter
Took a shining to my smile –
A power I was helpless to,
A Queen in a beggars hand.
And if my sorrow had a strength
It would be a sweetened song,
It would be so round it had no edge
And sugar would be my pun
For my sweet tea is clearly running low
And my spoon has turned to fun.

Sweet Tea by Ned Tobin

My Smile is Worn (day 1793)

Be still, my beating heart
For this is the end
My smile is worn
My heart is full
And time has come again.

In days to come,
In longer times
My memory shall sing on
And beating there
With vibrant air
Shall be my forever song.

There were always times ahead
Where love was held, I’d share
Truth in all my words so clear.
In my home and in my heart
I was the Queen of Hearts:
Royal and speaking free.

My garden was where my heart was led
Amidst marigolds and smiling pansys,
My ebenezer always full of flow,
As life mimicked so all around
Season would come and go.

Now, as my soul goes into sun
Hold strength within my hand
Touch upon warmth of a new spring day
As grass sprouts
As my tree grows long and tall.

I will miss you,
I always will.
Forever I will carry your heart
Within mine own
Yearned upon history’s notes
Of pages we wrote.

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Thoughts for a Girl in High Country (day 1717)

If a robin came and sang to me
For you I’d wish my ears to be
Lifting lightly with a thousand sprouts
The reddest ribbons of my soul.

If a sparrow circled above my gaze
For you I’d wish it’s wings to be
Spring is here as I’d look out
Along the valley, home at last.

If a bluejay held it’s head up high
About the post up in the sky
For you I’d wish a seat beside
Ever last, a Queen, my pride.

Valiant Horses (day 1609)

Without a lying centaur
There is hardly room for flight,
Hardly time to come around
Into the battle ground

Without a thousand windowsills
Fighting to see the light,
I’d never be able to win a lady
Like eyes of my dear Queen Night.

Without a legend to run away
Into the darkest fight,
What good would valiant horses have
If days were love and gait.

Without a trail of mystery
What good would bows and arrows be?
If animals had thicker skin;
My time is coming in.