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a18">In my bed now, slowly waking up now, realizing what I am now is</p><p id="69d4">plain old Poetry pauper Poetry peasant,</p><p id="a7dc">working the poetry fields digging the poetic dirt</p><p id="5dbd">coming up with meager this and that my crown an ache of chaos</p><p id="5452">my subjects scattered</p><p id="7d8b">my robe just a robe</p><p id="558e">that I can play pretend as I remember when</p><p id="bc5a">I was Poetry Queen.</p><p id="8cd5">©<a href="https://medium.com/@jennyjustice">Jenny Justice.</a> All Rights Reserved.</p><p id="a12e"><b><i>Jenny Justice</i></b><i>, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at<a href="https://medium.com/justice-poetic"> Justice Poetic.</a></i> <i>Sign up for her newsletter <a href="https://jennyjustice.substack.com/p/coming-soon?r=2jhb2&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email&utm_source=copy">here</a></i>.</p><div id="8f13" class="link-block"> <a href="h

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Poetry Queen

A Poem

In my bed I remember when I was Poetry Queen -

when I felt I spoke for Poetry and Poetry spoke for me.

When I had it in the palm of my hand on the tips of my fingers,

when it poured and poured regal storms and storms of stanzas -

flowing fierce and fast flowing like my royal robes -

my crown a spark of inspiration atop my head like clockwork each morning.

Lit up fired up flowing out. I remember when, back when, back then, I felt like Poetry Queen.

In my bed now, slowly waking up now, realizing what I am now is

plain old Poetry pauper Poetry peasant,

working the poetry fields digging the poetic dirt

coming up with meager this and that my crown an ache of chaos

my subjects scattered

my robe just a robe

that I can play pretend as I remember when

I was Poetry Queen.

Jenny Justice, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here.