Chess Game
Shall we play chess or go to bed?
We can’t make up our minds
so you get the chess set,
I fetch the wine, and we both
slip out of our clothes.
This bed is big enough for all of us:
you, propped up on a pillow
too far away to reach:
between us, queens and kings,
their armies of retainers.
A clock ticks. Your pawns advance.
My knight prepares to pounce.
The curve of your hip. Two moves
and I’ll have you in check. Too late.
What is your bishop doing down there?
You tell me I’m beautiful: this is not
the time, now you’ve swiped my pawn,
gone up a piece. Oh your skin
and you so at ease in it
as if you went naked everywhere.
I must concentrate, this is serious.
Your breath so close, your body
out of reach. I could stretch...
You must be joking. Not my queen.
Your breasts. I resign, I concede.
This poem appears in With Some Wild Woman – Poems 1989-2019 (Tollington Press), described by Rosie Bailey as ‘a real page-turner’ and by Jackie Wills as ‘starting with bosoms, bras and crushes, it explores all aspects of lesbian love’.
Jill Gardiner was also a social historian, author of From the Closet to the Screen – Women at the Gateways Club 1945-85 (Pandora Press). A former Chair of Brighton Poets, her poems were published in various journals, including Artemis, and commended in competitions, including by Jackie Kay in the Cardiff International.
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