a bedroom in chenonceau*

an architectural titania stretches across the sinuous cher,
sheltering the spectral traces of a line of royal femmes...

here, the white queen had mourned in her chamber of perpetual night,
where silver tears streak the blackwater walls and snowy plumes of bowing feathers flinch from the curious crowns of thorns,
while the muted sound of turbid waters swirling beneath the stone comportment reverberates a prenatal realm to comfort the neglected wiles of many such feminine persuasions as these in the château chenonceau...


[*"a bedroom in chenonceau" by g.verster, 2004]