Waiting for Chess

10 Words by Tatiana: tall, periodical, spears, chills, hairy, intense, shark, January, voice, chin

 

Though the January snow was persistent,

She was determined, consistent, insistent.

She was on time, always steady and reliable,

He’d be late, this fact was undeniable.

 

They were scheduled for coffee and a bit of chess,

She pondered future moves that would impress,

She flipped through a nearby pretty periodical,

Her page turning was unconscious and methodical.

 

How dare he delay the game and make her wait,

Already half an hour late for their chess date.

Of course he’d come in with some tall tale,

And as always leave out any important detail.

 

As she sat and waited for the male opposition,

Pages were torn, tattered in that limited edition.

What would she say when he’d finally arrive,

Perhaps she’d be nice and allow him to survive.

 

Or maybe her words would feel like spears,

She knew she was not afraid to cause tears.

But upon his late arrival she just sat and smiled,

It was a friendly game, but definitely not tame or mild.

 

She kept secretly silent and muted her voice,

Uncharacteristic, but smartly strategic by choice.

Chills ran through her with every single move,

She would win just to teach him and to prove.

 

She was a natural, a vicious shark at defense,

Plans of attack were fierce, merciless and intense,

Her moves were hairy and quite alarming,

Yet she remained beautiful and always charming.

 

After three challenging and harrowing hard hours,

No player lost, and surprisingly, no one was devoured.

A grin came upon her chin and likewise on his jaw,

The game between this man and woman ended in a draw.