A challenger vanquished sits silently anguished
Suffering Czar Cheslav’s celebration dance.
It’s not checkmate he hates; his poor nose is chafed
By the King of Krakóv’s chartreuse and purple pants!
Sighs at the chess table show the challenger’s grateful
For the simple shame of regal cabooses;
The king shakes when he’s glad. The alternative is bad:
Czar Cheslav Krakóva is worse when he loses!
I am participating in the “Story a Day in May” challenge (see http://StoryADay.org for more details). The goal is to write a complete story each day. Today’s piece actually meets two challenges: not only does it count as my Story a Day, but a second challenge which was “Take a poem or story and rewrite it as a story or poem, and post the two together.” So, I did.
stars on me down shine the bright how darken night gently stay close is morn warm azure touch yet drip down sky sad drops and gray all they say measure tears no! sweetly this dawn pure greets kiss happy sung sounds now the song thy star night fallen risen is.
Her hands smell
of gasoline she touches
my face—I hear the cicadas
all my secrets in her
ear before I’m ready
to confess the heat
makes me crazy
in love and she
Sheʼs rust-colored, not rusty,
With white trim:
This leather is alive,
Warm against my legs:
The steady rhythm
Gives way to melody:
I sing into the blue sky.