The Queen and the Court Jester
Poem by Leslie Soule
Artwork by Linda Wan
It was a bright day on the third of June
The Queen sat down with the jester and soon
Conversed and found that the bells and the Crown’d
Both played to the same old sound.
And the stereotypes that pinned them to
The clothes that they both wear and nothing new,
Hit both with equal force, not one
And just as their dialogue had begun –
In strode the King in all regality,
With eyes on fire, he took his sword and he
Addressed his slaves – “How dare you be so bold –
As to dine on the dinnerware of gold!”
Now reader, let me pause
Here for a while, I assure you it’s for a noble cause –
Must we suppose the King had no idea of
Civility? Must we? A heart bereft of love?
To draw his sword out thus on his fair Queen
And jester also present at the scene?
He strode with sword in hand to kill his Queen!
But stumbled as he walked and fell, a sheen –
Of metal glimmered as it pierced his chest,
The vest of mail and his unfulfilled quest
Died there with him upon the stone cold floor
The monarchy was dead forevermore!
“Hurrah!” they cheered and knew that they were free.
The jester played his lute beneath a tree.
The people roared, oppressed no more, and tossed
The old system – they found truth, Veritas!
It was a cool night on the third of June
The jester kissed the Queen beneath the moon.