A thousand words have been penned for the infamous Queen of Spades,
A million more perhaps for the lovely Queen of Hearts,
And for the Queen of Diamonds in her shining towers of gold,
But what of that oft forgotten Queen of Clubs?
In a secret garden untouched by the rampant rivers of time
She sits content alone and waits for those who seek her out,
Welcoming each broken soul who comes to beg for her relief
Where she knits them back together with her skill.
Sweet Queen upon your verdant throne of thornless rose and lily,
Untainted by the lust for love, or power, or money,
I beg thee for the boon of one touch from your healing hands,
To quiet my aching soul and give me strength to face my journey.
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Jo Carroll
Jo Carroll is an avid writer who dreams of publishing exciting stories, but until then she isn't giving up her day job. She's published poetry in Jitter, Three Line Poetry, and 50 Haikus; and short stories in Shepherd Magazine.
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