This was my effort for the latest
I’m always curious how you came to be
So remote, so detached, not close to anyone or anything,
I looked you up but nearly didn’t call
Intimidated by your sparsity. Agoraphobic? Me?
Amongst the endless nothingness,
You are an abrupt, unashamed something.
A grain stain amongst the green and gold
Like chewing gum on the pub’s carpet.
And your name… I mean, seriously?
I always thought it was pronounced “ReGEEna”
Who were your forefathers, and what were they thinking?
Oh. Oh the Queen, right, I get it!
Yeah there she is, that bronze statue
A very young Queen on a horse by the lake.
That was one of the first things I heard about you:
“Regina has a pretty Leg!”
But you do know the Queen hasn’t looked like that in about fifty years, right?
Of course you do. There’s the modern Queen,
All fat-faced and grumpy on a $20 bill.
Well, you’d be grumpy too if you were
Shoved in and out of wallets and exchanged for beer.
I wonder how she’d feel about you
The flat prairie city she gave her title to,
So sparse, so quiet, such a contrast
To the headache; the noisy, busy, suffocating
hyperactive stench of humanity
The incomprehensible, irrepressible assault on the senses that is London, her home.
How far removed you are from all I have ever known.
And you are so young,
The Queen sits in her palace
Built while you were still a Pile of Bones
But I am glad I took the chance
Embraced your opportunity
I can see your brutal beauty
The place where they hand planted every single tree
This space, this flatness, that feels so free.