WHISPERS IN STILL LIFE

The kings stood with backs stacked against a wall

contemplating the days tranquility, 18 feet in a row

Competing with each other to show off traditional finery

while their steeds snorted impatiently below

They tossed their mane, looking this way and that looking

at the appearance of a disturbance in their colourful arena

Un-bejewelled, Monochromatic, a crystalline tiara photo chromatic

In their midst with a carefree expression captured ahead

Unknown, and obscured to her companions hanging behind

A feline playfully dotted with mitotic separation spotted

The royal retinue murmured placing fixed glassy stares

in their continued interest, their steadfast examination

shaking ever so slightly, twitching in the errant breeze

Unmoving otherwise, captivated by this still narration

The queen unmindful maintained her bedazzlement forwards

Her smile thrown wide and careless to an oriental lens

That revolved with engineered precision to focus on the corners

Of lips, paradisiacal, threatening to laugh at the heavens

Question upon question stirs the Kings reflecting in silence

They plead pray turn around Xanthic beauty, let us see

Delight us some company instead of this regimental duty

Perhaps another day, Another frame, the queen twinkled quietly

My smile today is for someone else who also waits patiently and

The kings stood still against the wall, for today 

they knew, it was not to be