Queen Margaret of Scotland
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His wife returned to him inside his dreams.
In hyperdreams in nearly nightmares scenes
Two wandered round together though it seems
They walked apart sequestered by those screens
That separate a man and woman. They
Went wandering together and apart
In dialect scenarios that lay
In Edinburgh* but hulked off the chart.
They both were lost together in between
Reality and ideation of
The thoughts of marriage. Hate might intervene
But didn’t in this maples realm of love.
A castle at the top, a palace down
Below refused to set apart one simple crown.
*This word is pronounced the Scottish way as three syllables.
© Phillip Whidden
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