chess mating poem poetry – poems 2 die for

STORE

STORE

I hate it
how you
divide

my attention

playing chess
and you
do things
that divide

telling me
you a great grandmaster
(or should
that be
“grandmistress”?)

drawing attention to
how strong you are
in every
Queen’s pawn game

(look at my black square bishop
gliding down
that juicy open
long diagonal

pinning you
forking you
skewering you

doing exactly what I
feel today I just
need
to do to you

Oh I hate you when
you divide me
from my mind

you and
your diagonals

seems I better just resign,
enjoy then
what lies in store

BACKRANK

I stumbled
bumbled
through the game
no
white knight
on white horse personified

kept
bumping into
pawns of my own
and opposite colour

eventually
(shock and schlock horror)

blundering into the long lethal
arms
of a rapacious dark
square queen.

I sacrificed my queen
in order to
mate you

a checkmate can be
a poem, bars of
beautiful music
a dance faultkessly
choreographed

and my queen
back in the box
linchpin of the attack that
left my
ppponent devastated

no one
ready for the sudden
unleashing of my
tactical
tour-de-force

and you
so gracious in defeat

we ran through those moves
until it was the case
she would never forget them

I sacrificed my queen
finding a beautiful forced mate