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Submitted by: yddraig On: July 11th, 2005
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Artist's Comment:
Love affairs later in life are sometimes less intense, less 'driven' -
which certainly does not mean they are any less passionate - or any less fun!
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GRAND MISTRESS
The damage so far:
Four pawns dismissed, bishopricide,
And one errant knight unceremoniously unhorsed
Oh yes, and each between-moves comment
Systematically, coldly dismantled, torn apart.
Check.List.
As proof of God [he, she, it or they]
I cite immense varieties of greens of grass
You counter 'tis but biochemical happenstance
Chlorophyll's green, the rest mere impurities
As to my plea for autumn leaves
Their multifarious shades [to you] just toxins
Hitching a helter-skelter ride.
And petals? And scents?
Honey traps for pollinating bugs
And sentimental soft-hearts. Thanks.
Petal patterns, you say,
follow mathematical imperatives : molecules
attract and aggregate in smallest space.
A challenge:
show me a pattern to break the rules
show me a proof of God.
Check.Out.
I suspect you've guessed by now
[Maybe by the way my hand lingers a little too long
And a little too low on the hip
To guide her along the meandering
half slick, half steaming garden path
and avoid the sickening crunch of crushed snail]
That Jayne and I
Are something more than casual friends
And players of chess. You're right.
We're sometime lovers – three weeks
In maybe just as many years …
Not concurrent, you understand, but piecemeal
An hour here and there and once, just once,
A wild and windfall weekend.
No permanence
For sake of family, friendship
And [be honest, now] sheer funk.
Check. Over.
We're here, at the very ecological edge
Of the wilderness garden.
With a little nod you concur with my request
To tread with care. The little lemon-yellow toadstools
Which punctuate the turf are yet unnamed.
I direct your hand beyond my assembly of wild grasses
Behind the stately clump of sedge.
I invite you to investigate the tiny patch of flowers
Fritillaria meleagris
Half hidden in the shade.
You crouch and peer. "Christ!" you snort,
"Michael C, you wily Welsh git …
these bloody plants …
They've got a f***ing chess-board printed on!"
The f-word!? Jayne? Can't be …
She drops to her knees, looks right and left
Then fore and aft. Not overlooked.
Her lips twitch, eyes a-gleam,
knees encrusted with mashed toadstools
still unnamed [and won't be now]
"OK, cherub," [forgiven, then]
"You've shown me proof of God
And now my love …."
Ziiippp
"… I'll supply
some proof of heaven."
Check. Mate.
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In the immortal words of Molly Shannon's character, joyologist Helen Madden, "I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it!" punctuated with wild, sideways and strangely jerking kicks in mild air while sitting down. The poem starts out so lyrically, telling the story of chess partners and ends up much more interesting! Very cool!
Prplflwr20
"I smile becuz I have no idea what's going on...and I'm trying to keep it that way.", she said as she stuck her fingers in her ears and started to sing, "La,la,la,la....La,la,la,la". 
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Can't say I agree with the morality, but still beautifully written, and I'm a sucker for chess. Acompanying artwork is gorgeous.
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