The Groundling

Anitha Devi Pillai

I bite my tongue and swallow the answers.
For once, it’s not my court.
So I play the groundling,
nodding, smiling and cheering from afar.

When it ends and it does,
I wash the glue off my lips 
scrub the blood off my wounds.
It’s time to return to the ivory tower
where my court awaits its absent queen.

 

First published in Internet Void Journal in Jan 2019.

https://internetvoid.com/2019/01/17/the-groundling/