--published in WATERWAYS Nov./Dec. '05.--a lillibonelle
Queen of Cherries
If I were a bowl of cherries
I'd be regal Queen Annes.
I'd make my demands known,
a cool, serene Regent of Stones.
I'd be regal Queen Annes
with eyelids and ears painted plum.
I'd be a woman of means,
content with my herb-tea and muesli.
I'd make my demands known.
I'd declare a year of cherry jubilee:
all transgressors forgiven,
all trespassers perfumed.
A cool, serene Regent of Stones,
I'd dip my soft, sweet fruit
into dark chocolate childhood.
I'd offer bites to passers-by.
With eyelids and ears painted plum
I'd be too happy to be deep.
I'd spill all my pitted secrets,
if I were a bowl of cherries.