|Esther touches the golden sceptre.|
The full moon throws long shadows of Esther
kneeling in front of her husband the king.
This could be her last day alive. If he
won't lift his golden scepter to save her.
His ministers see fear in her trembling,
but she swallows as much anger as fear.
Is it so rare for kings to overlook
disobedience? For queens to transgress?
She’ll grovel to save her people. She’ll give
up her dignity to obtain justice—
much more important than equality—
at least today—in this exigency.
She hides her pride in the full moon shadow
ready to play the part her people ask.
They give her little in return. For them
she hid her faith, left her friends, married.
She speaks. Come to my rooms and dine with me.
Come and listen. Dismantle plots. Bury
weapons or give them to everyone.
Imbalance of power makes us weave webs.
Understand, I will kneel, will stand, will speak
for you as well as they—for me, for we.
Understand, hidden in full moon shadow
is an Esther who wants the right to live.
For Sumana's prompt:
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