I.
cathedrals with the blood
of holy matyrs
shot and fired
through corsets
of jewels
now soaked in crud.
we must photograph you
they said
to the czar
some time after,
not too far;
the blood
of the holy matyrs
fell through.
i do think it's okay,
as the moment
is so far away
but have the
feelings they
kept
ever disappear
after all?
II.
the enhanced sparkle of her dress
being revealed in the sunlight
revered as treasure
naturally so,
surprised me--
they kept it away so long
they have forgotten how beautiful an imperial gown can be.
they kept her away for longer,
her countenance formed frozen akin to a statue
only moving for her children's care
and she walked so delicately
as if the ground were likewise
biting cold.
flowing dreams of escaping
weaved throughout with the white dress,
accompanied by a big hat and feather of the same color--
all things remained less obvious than thee.
she does not hide, they hide her.
the empress defines elegancy,
not the other way around.
she gives divinity a new meaning,
enchants the king
however does not give him a well
impression on how to lead.
she is soft and sensitive
eyes with a tender tang
cheeks with an unusual gentleness
now easier to read.
for a queen she hangs low,
for a mother she grows tall,
for the throne where she lies
will never be her home.
