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Chess Goddess
Amidst a late night game of chess,
with daunting aspects to assess,
with fickle pieces I transpose,
to oust this goddess I oppose,
Upon the table rests a clock,
with threescore minute's ticking mock,
and on the board the pieces pose,
to mate the king we must disclose.
I ponder long and deeply strive,
to place my pieces where they thrive,
thus from my thought I move my rook,
and clear the knight of which it took.
Beneath her apathetic nose,
to my surprise no grimace rose,
not on the board did her eyes look,
to mend the weakness she mistook.
Now from the board she rose to stand,
extending her unpolished hand,
and to me did this lovely dame,
in dulcet voice exclaim "Good game!"
With my position much sublime,
my clock had ceased to tick with time,
and hence her gesture did defame,
my army that I yearned to tame.
Chester R. Fritz
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