The Queen Poem by JAY HERMAN

The Queen

The hushed funereal tones
of a kingdom without heir
belies its peace and prosperity

a dull gnawing ache in the
belly of a nation who hungers
for the soothe of succession

while their queen yearns for
a hero like the one that
yet lives on in her lonely grief

til a blind oracle's counsel
to seek a frog whom to love
pierces her piteous daze

and as she recalls that the true
valor of he who was her king
was the good he sought in all

she is warmly suffused
with rediscovered hope
and her people rejoice.