Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
What the Knave of Hearts saw.
He saw the queen, in sunlit beams and shafts, from behind the pump in the yard, water softened, honey polished, from many laboured hands. The slung bucket, and the wafting cobweb stood, as the griddle cooled, propped against the kitchen wall of the long clandestine afternoon. So, her jewelled hands scuffled and fussed, smoothing over stone scoured boards. The shimmering stove sent its wall of heat out to her where she stood, in a flour dusted apron, by the welcome draught next to the window. Sun glinted on her crown, as she wiped her brow, dusted the boards with a goosanders wing. There she sat, open-lapped, white hair, whitened nails, slim shinned. No truffle here, just the simple joys of queens and tarts. Here was her space, found again, as the cakes rising marked the tick of the timeless clock as here too was unrequited love, lost like the silvered scoop, sunk past its shine deep in the flour bin.
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