3/6/2022 (c) p.s. currently not caring about line breaks.
The Queen of Wands is not sensual
so much as
sexual.
She is fecund and if nature
rearranged itself
the queen could birth babies
until the cows came home.
You don’t have
to seduce her.
She knows
exactly what she wants
and if she doesn’t want you,
you will know it,
though you will still feel your
loveliness
and not think of it as
rejection.
How sun lights upon her face!
Does she wear
a halo?
Maybe. For a time. Orion imbues
her
with an otherworldly glow so
bright
she can paint, dance, or write
by its light.
Sometimes she sprouts an avian
head
or wings luxurious as fur
wrapped around her shoulders.
She can take you along as she
rises
to moonlit
heights.
The Queen radiates magic and
keeps
an assortment
of masks
she applies with such cunning
that you will
thank her.
The Queen holds her scepter—
a wand hewn from the mustard
tree
because all great things come
from small beginnings--
held away from her belly
pointing to all the possibility
in the world.
