“Enough of your insolence!”
She storms off.
Pawns panic…wide eyed. Frozen.
Knowing any minute they’re going down.
But secretly hoping they can replace her,
if only they can get there.
Knights need no telling.
Off they charge, with their weird gallop.
Never quite certain where they’ll end up.
But quite certain they’ll make an impression either way.
Bishops bicker.
How best to save the game?
They stand aloof and a bit judgey.
Rooks reminisce about that time they nearly won the game.
But mostly they race up and down.
The king kinda worries.
Who’s got his back now the boss is gone?
©wordsfromanotebook / suzie pearson