Sunday, February 12, 2012

CHECKMATE


like a ghost that hasn't made peace
with the black rooks
she lies with them
inundated by the shadows below her
one move at a time
a white queen surrenders to the rooks

when one move was not good as another
remembering the knights last move
that plumbs deep into her soul
she made a gracious bow to the audience
with abstractions without smoke or flame
moving without pawns to protect her

forgiven forgotten and unfulfilled
Plath headed for emergency exit
towards the darker intensities
and sunless depths of the sea
looking for that distant flame
she turned on the gas

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

very nice...i like the textures you put on this...the chess and then sylvia as well...she was a pleasant surprise...great last 2 lines....

Laurie Kolp said...

Amazing, Wayne... I really like the chess metaphor. The ending was unexpected.

Kitten said...

I love the ending. I didnt see it coming but it is fitting.

Tumblewords: said...

Enjoyed the chess framing and was so surprised by the ending. Nice piece.

Linda said...

Connecting the prompt to Sylvia Plath required creative and imaginative thinking, Wayne. I enjoyed the chess metaphor, knowing how difficult it is to make peace with those black rooks sometimes. Thank you for sharing this.

kaykuala said...

The chess metaphor puts a whole new perspective into it. It is of love and a game of conflict. Great take Wayne!

Hank

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful tribute to Plath...I like the rooks reference...well done...