A Game of Chess

Samuel Maximilian

Upon a fine and dew be-kisséd morn

I went unto my master and, forlorn,

I bade him teach me how to play the game

Of chess.

 

He, answering, said to me: “When you are old

Enough to learn, I’ll give that weighty gold.”

These words he spoke, methought, to bring me shame,

Not truth.

 

And then when once the sun at height did blaze,

And I had married and liv’d many days,

I did once more approach my master there

For chess.

 

At once: “Have you yet learned the game?” he cried,

“How should I,” I replied, “without a guide?”

He shook his head: “Too young to have such cares,

Forsooth.”

 

And then upon a grim and silent eve,

My master died; and I too died—they grieve

Who yet remain. Let them! For he and I

Play chess.

  • Author: Samuel Maximilian (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2025 14:18
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  • sorenbarrett

    Brilliant! Well done in rhyme, message and metaphor each woven into this poem. Loved it a fave

    • Samuel Maximilian

      Thank you for commenting. I'm glad you liked it (thank you for the fave!).

    • Poetic Licence

      A beautiful write, wonderful meaning and message, enjoyed the read

      • Samuel Maximilian

        I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

        • Poetic Licence

          You are very welcome



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