The Robed Heart

June 5, 1999

They come in white livery bringing the sun,
the Robed Heart astride her white mount,
crowds lining the royal road in anticipation.
Ahead, the castle flying the new colors,
a queen's great labors come to an end.
A shout, and the cord is cut,
the crown is placed upon my head.

And I am, Mother, I am!

Elizabeth Spires

Charivaria / Poems / June 5, 1999