A game of war

Many ways to win,

Many ways to lose.

I play the pieces

As how they “should” act.

In my mind I am king,

I dictate who goes where.

I ensure my survival

And the demise of my enemy.

I overwhelm with my pawns.

I intimidate with my bishops.

My calvary rides in to check things out.

My rooks guard the king until danger has passed.

My queen stays by his side until an opportunity is seized.

Chess, the great make-believe.

One response to “Chess”

  1. johncoyote Avatar

    I love the game of chess. I taught my grandchildren how to play. My eight-year grandson can beat me already. A wonderful poem dear Brigid.

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