Hers was a stolen kingdom,
crown of her own making.
Because she was the centre,
everything came tumbling down.
But she’d rather be queen of a landfill
than a servant in paradise.
When the authentic ruler returned,
she refused to bow
and was broken.


It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse and De Jackson challenges us to write a “crown” Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and literally including some form of the word crown).
Why not give it a go?