It really is a ghazal: make each stanza a single line, if it helps!


the soup kitchens

of the Bowery

clothe and feed

a queen:


my lazy bones,

my scattered brain,

my stray thoughts

need a queen




Elizabeth wrote

her sonnets

in the blood


of martyred papists—

now, let's read

a queen




my lips and fingers

pray a chaplet

to the Virgin,


mirror of patience,

seat of wisdom;

daily, I bead

a queen




I'm quite the green thumb

at royal gardening!


I till the soil and scatter;

indeed, I seed

a queen




on bent knee, I gaze

up into my love's

fierce eyes


wise of me: to hush,

to listen, to heed

a queen




bugger the patriarchy

(gently!) with a cactus:


i ask you,

who's most suited to

lead?—a queen!

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-09 at 09:59

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
I admire this experimental ghazal and the finely crafted couplets. Bravo!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You stretch the boundaries, and enrich the experience.