Queen of Cups – L. Stevens

Sea salt in her hair

A breeze on her lips

Her hands clasp a cup

From which only she can drink


Her throne a thousand pebbles

Smoothed by sands of time

Her crown woven by grasses

From dunes rising tall behind


The sky a cloudless blue

Sunshine warms her face

The sound of lapping waves

Holds her in an embrace


Eyes closed, head back

Floating in an abyss

In her mind’s eternal depths

Nothing is amiss



L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest and her poetry been featured by Pack Poetry and Freeverse Revolution. She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. Occasionally, rays of light shine through her work to contrast the shadows.



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