Stale, mate
I’m stuck, trapped, boxed in.
Whichever way I move,
It brings me back to here,
Walled in and cornered.
I’m sick of the knife-edge tango
This dance with balance
and the relentless Dark Queen
Chasing me across the board.
I tap-dance between squares,
Trying to escape with clever moves
returning always to this state.
Breathing space, for a short while
Means I can fool myself I am free
Before the shadow of the Queen
Falls long across the field
And in a few moves, I’m locked up
Pinned down and frantic.
I concede: you win.
No rematch, please.
Wow! Which sounds inane, but you have captured it. The Dark Queen…chess. That’s an image I will carry with me.
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I’ve been feeling like I am running very fast just to stand still right now. shades of Alice there somewhere. I look a little like a superannuated Alice anyway!
thanks.
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You only lose if you quit playing.
you are a good tap dancer!
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I don’t mind being a loser and these tap shoes are starting to hurt my toes…
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Just trying to encourage.
I can’t shake the old dark queen either but I haven’t been through the awful ordeal of health problems like you have.
I would think they magnify her presence in a very clever and deceptive way.
Your post made me think of a book my wife read
“I’m dancing as fast as I can” ..
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Bless you, Mark. You are a kind man. I’m too cussed to give up for long though.
xx
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🙂
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I’m going on a two day retreat from tomorrow, at a famous shrine, that of Julian of Norwich. Please pray that I receive some insights while there.
xx
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