Back in the Box

Put them back in the box
My bones. Let them rattle.
They’re only chessmen, really
Playing this rough game.

How old is the colt? That young beauty
Bay thoroughbred – uncouth
Loose limbed beauty-boy
Tossed me about like a toy.
How is the colt? In truth
Not hurt, just scared.
No doubt he’ll settle
Soon – what fine mettle
What fine metal
Was he hammered from
That lovely colt…….
He’s quietened down
So, put him back in his box.

Sill my bones rattle,
They’re only chessmen, really,
They have done battle
Playing this rough game.
Put him back in the box.


Eva Travers.