The King is dead

A holy man …
that’s how the common people
thought about him
They adored him when he visited
their humble cabins in the country
He gave them encouragement to be proud of
their hard work in the paddy fields
A man who shielded them, a sanctuary
in troubled times
He was their patron, a true believer
in religious freedom

He died …
A sudden death, unforeseen
Succeeded by his son, his lawful heir
A son who has merely three words
in his dictionary

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books, is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. Daginne started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website. Read other articles by Daginne.