The Chessmen’s Holiday
The chessmen left the chess board
And headed for the park,
Today life would be different for a while.
They found the swings and roundabout,
They queued up for the slide
And every single chessman had a smile.
The King and Queen were sharing
A sunshade (they were hot).
The pawns played chase and catch-me-if-you-can.
The knights and rooks and bishops
Loved every single ride
And no-one shouted ‘check mate’ – not one man.
They didn’t miss the chess board,
They’d had too many fights.
For once they liked to mix and chat and play.
Without a board to stand on
They ran from side to side;
Each move was free and easy for today.
And while the happy chessmen
Enjoyed a jolly time
Flowers grew on the chess board – pinks and blues.
So perhaps the days of fighting
For country, king and crown
Will become a distant memory, win or lose.
poem & photograph © Celia Warren 2011