Cupid and the Queen

A swift spark jumps the grate.
Tricks ticking clocks, denies the bell.
Smallness slips past time and fate,
The cherub’s charming spell.

Her tired brow, stern and noble
She craves pause, pressed by toil.
Winter’s weight, the dragging mantle
Of governing the sleeping soil.

Playful pixie jests then yields.
Blue lips twitch, hint a smile.
Setting down her crystal shield
For a cherub’s whimsied wiles.

Her end dances in his eyes
And yet she accepts a kiss.
Gifted lull of snowing skies,
He draws his day of bliss.

Diamond eyes crease and soften,
Cupid cracks ice and silence.
Winds whisper tingling tunes
That call the young to dance.

Warm prose weights paper.
Passion promises, ribbons tied.
Soft deliriums draw showers
Bonbons, blooms and butterflies.

Grey and white cover crimson.
Cupid’s day concludes its dances.
A creeping chill cools their passion.
Shall Spring renew the stolen glances?

If you enjoyed this poem and artwork - have a look at the various print options available from redbubble.com

https://www.redbubble.com/i/poster/Cupid-and-the-Queen-by-Graeme-McA/168565124.LVTDI?asc=u

Thank you for your time as always
Graeme