The Queen

The Queen by Dorothy Baker

The Queen would like me to introduce her. Well, here goes. She is from the twelfth century: however time means nothing to her. She enjoys twenty-first century amenities. Her heart is resolute that war is obsolete. She goes about her days like the free spirit she is. As the writer of these ditties, I discovered her one day when she helped me put down in words the opening poem about earrings. It gave me a giggle and I wondered who she was and what else she had to say. I read this first poem to an author friend (who was reading the Wall Street Journal and having his breakfast coffee on the back deck.) His response was “That took courage.” That did it, I was caught in the space of framing my thoughts through a 12th century perspective and The QUEEN began to speak. I like to play around with rhyme. Poets have carte blanch anymore to follow no rules. The disciplines of old are no more. The little book, The Queen, is an example.