The Queen has Many
Eyes and Ears



On bodice and skirt,
along sleeve, along hem,
she has them.

In each fold,
every crease.

The eyes spot plotters.
The ears catch whispers.

The ears miss nothing.
The eyes don't blink.

Everywhere you go,
these ears go too.
And these eyes.

Though you sleep,
Her Majesty the Queen does not.

Sheila Hamilton

If you have any comments on this poem, Sheila Hamilton  would be pleased to hear them.