Chess Musee Cluny Paris Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Chess Musee Cluny Paris

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the White Queen
close to where the Black Knight lay
on the cobbles somewhere faraway
deep inside the confines of the courtyard
on that Summers day

knows that they're not all the same
those look-alike pieces replacing the slain
so the Unicorn sings from his tapestry frame

and we sit in the shade
lean 'gainst the wall
tapping our feet
to nothing at all

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Lorraine Colon 22 June 2013

I just discovered your poems today and am enjoying them immensely. I love the way you express yourself.

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