Alfred and The Queen of Senacia

May 19, 2021 at 10:44 pm (Poetry) (narrative poem, poem)

“It’s a beautiful ring, Madame,”
Alfred the butler and valet
said to his mistress
The Queen of Senacia,
“But it’s not on your ring finger.”

“No, the Duke decided to give it as a gift,”
Said the Queen of Senacia.
“He decided not to marry me.”

Alfred looked up and gazed
Into the Queen’s eyes,
“I’m so sorry, Madame.”

The Queen returned his gaze
And said, “I’m not.”

Alfred bowed and said,
“What reason did he give for deciding
Not to marry you?”.

“He realized,” the Queen replied,
“Correctly I might add
That I did not love him
But instead loved another.
He wanted a wife
Who loved him
From the beginning.”

“I see,” Alfred gazed into the Queen’s eyes again,
“Well, I can see his viewpoint.
And if I may be so bold to ask,
Your Majesty,
Who is this other you love?”.

The Queen cast her eyes downward,
“That I cannot say, Alfred,
That I cannot say.
The laws of the land would forbid me
From marrying a man of such low position
As my father and mother would tell me
If they were still alive.”

“I’m so sorry, your Majesty,”
Alfred kissed her hand and bowed
And took his leave.

“As am I, Alfred,”
The Queen looked at her valet
As he walked on the path towards
The servants’ house,
“As am I,”
She sighed wistfully.

-A narrative poem
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 19th
2021.