She is “Leader”
Clad in royal blue regalia,
She (a queen upon her throne),
Poised to pounce, should there be need,
Guidance, blessings, protection.
I am “Intern”
Withdrawing far from madding crowd,
I (observer watching from below),
Poised to practice as I study
traits, subtleties, strategies.
Leadership cannot be taught,
It’s molded firm of raw potential,
Gleaned from sailing stormy seas;
Minor strains that modulate, become
symphonic master works.
She speaks without sound, eyes locking
Glaring past facades of plumage,
I see – I am the chosen one,
When I am ready.
Written for Friday, May 23 2014, The Light and Shade Challenge, using a photo prompt and the following quote: