The King’s Queen

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Fantasy
A frame of a queen, she grew old
In a time of her beauty had come to a problem
Women no longer valued her or insulted her beauty
They laughed at her, saying, “Look at our queen!
Her beauty is like a wither flower, that turns to decompose
Oh, her hair is the colour of crumbling decay!”
The queen was furious when she heard this
And she was a wave of resentment at the gossip of deeds
Which women were doing in the discourteous to their queen
But women knew nothing of what was occurring and continued
To gossip at their queen, and to break her endurance
The queen expressed to her king, before the assembled women
“My king, my love, you who made me be your queen
But women who look upon me they came to themselves
As insulters to my ears; see how they gossip about me
Hear what they say of me, and tell me what I should do to them
I will not hate women until I have heard what you advise”

©️ Ismael Mansoor