Can’t Promise her a title

Lazily, a  tigeress snores into her paws . If only retiring was as simple to rule her inner world.

Curled up in warmth after a stroll  into the big wide world,then  settle for a quinquennium pause.

Her heart beats.

Nationalists- not even  patriots  are exempt.

All want to play in their own chord, tighten the strings ,she keeps  it together, to satisfy their crucified minds.

In a state of constant – motionless movement.

If not an act of physicality -drill cumbersomely inside her cranium and you will see chemicals and synapses – making up fresh bricks and mortar, to fit in with the latest homemade yeast infused hootchie.

Glance away now, for fear of pitying an evocative attempt to get a rise from it.

Secret plots to charge this queen with treason.

Where will she live?

Her throne burnt to the ground to make way for a newly elected dopamine and serotonin scrupulous , democratic union.

Flags of self-belief – burned infringed – protecting her staked land  was all this monarch tried to take into hand.

Defamation – character assassination.

Cloaked – in darkness- rat scuttles past – no pause – it already knows this violated prisoner is barren.

Scars and welts – a confession is sought after by the cardinal living east of the castle manor.

Employed only to instill courage when the  most powerful empire seized a chance to escape into heritic souls howling in the wind.

Faith and Hope – not draft an erratic, purple, incensed  dogmatic pope .

Dire retribution -execute the one who claims  this state is her very birthright.

Clubbed to her knees –  she will crawl  not humbly- you shall hear her plea.

She  wants to make them a better nation.

It’s her biggest exclamation.

Out plotted by her very own court –  bribed by cheap whores-given away by the roughness of their hands, dressed up as expert courtesans,  who clearly have seen at least one day of sun.

Intoxicated by some amorphous potion.

Formalyhde doused  in cleaveaged lace dresses – it was  not her initial notion.

A scented air  of burning flesh

A greek tragedy indeed.

Scorned by her very  owns subjects . She may be longitiduely  dimintitive  but she refuses to be bullied into showing them that wanted emotion.

Defeatist attitude does not a fit queen make.

Words in  a precise order do not  prize a piece of   art,

so clearly a fake.

Forgiveness is her only weapon. She won’t see her country  be overrun by zealous creachers.

It would appear her subjects wish to prove that she is illiterate.

Tortured, holding her breath under water to procure a confession – let her reiterate.

The crown is made to fit one head – It is symbolic and vaporizes with her when she  exhales all energy and   is varnished as  dead.

Look how you’ve turned on one another – in the pursuit of power. It is  a notorious illusion.

To master control over all subjects requires more than an iron-clad fist and an outraged dalliance to declare outright confusion.



recognition and honor are what she   offers,

accept these as the wealthiest of gifts.

Only a fool would scream,

‘Off with her head‘ -a face full of sour lemons and a lust to frazzle the last tether.

The Noblest  of causes – so much bloodshed – look into her bloody, vein threaded eyes.

She hasn’t slept for weeks in her fight, to appease  all those in famine, hungry and underfed.

She  needs no  steering Regent to aid her  in her duty.

All she demands is loyalty and valor.

With you all at her side ready to conquer life’s copious battles,

we shall not go down .

your  hearts will not know the true grief  inflicted made up of another community of arrows.

we shall not waiver.

Trust in your queen to walk as a stout  cripple ,duty bound to protect and hold it all together.

About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on Jul 26, 2020, in POETRY and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.

  1. judeitakali

    Wow this spelled me all through. I love your writing Daisy, I really do🌻

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  2. Great wrting style, Daisy.

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  3. Beautiful writing. Deep thought.


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    Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.

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  5. Trust…indeed.

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  6. Yay! You’re blog is back. It’s like your blog enters another dimension for awhile. I wonder why. It reminds me of an episode of the Twilight Zone. I don’t know what to make of today’s post. It makes me want to ask you if you’re angry
    which I suppose is what I just did. 🙂

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    • Strange about my Blog.Wordpress has been malfunctioning loads lately. You are perceptive,Rob. Not angry with anyone but myself and my own mind. Mostly frustrated with how messed up the structure of my brain is. Happy /hypo when I shouldn’t be and low/numb when I should be happy. I give all my energy to the wrong sources and leave myself empty for what/who I should invest my energy in. I’m getting there, friend. How are you? x


  7. Holy!!! wow!!! This writing came out of nowhere. Daisy, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You really know how to hit us with a big dose of reality and what is going on right now in our world. You are a master at stream of consciousness.

    Must respect for you my friend. I love this with a passion. 🙂

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  8. This post really resonated with me and how I’m feeling regarding our world these days

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    • I read your post earlier and I can really resonate with how you are feeling. I know you are coming from a place of feeling trapped in a country you want to leave and the havoc that can cause on a person’s mental health. I too feel somewhat trapped – it’s more psychological – there is a desire in me to be free too. To explore. I don’t know I guess those of us who feel so much -absorb others feelings.
      It’s hard to shake off the feeling that your instincts scream at you to obey. Hugs, my friend x

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  9. Oh that opening gif! I love how this flows! Great writing!

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  10. this totally captures the fever pitch (and some of the horrors) of the state of the affairs in the world right now…you write so vividly, you’re very talented.

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  11. alice with muuuch malice tasher!

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