copyright Jeff Arnold
Even pawns can become queen. Just keep moving forward.
I may only be a lady-in-waiting, but over the years, across the chessboard, the queen has taught me everything until I am sure I know more than that hapless prince.
So one night I take a large pillow and go to the queen’s bed.
Just get to the end.
Regicide? No, promotion.
I put on the crown and march to the hall.
“The queen is dead! Long live your new queen!”
I don’t see Sir Geoffrey until he stabs his sword into my side.
I always forget how the knights move.
The Green-Walled Tower 