Anne plays White, but loses ground
In the center, and her concentration wanes.
Outside the room, the easy darkness
Presses at the window-panes —
She softly gazes out at it
As David launches his attack.
“Your move,” he says, and jars her back
Into the minding of the game;
She had been wondering at the way
The darkness called her name.
Image: this is a heavily doctored version of the photograph A Chess Game by Flickr user Jakub Kadlec, posted under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license. Using image-editing program GIMP, I layered and collaged the image, meanwhile applying a bunch of filters, I couldn’t even tell you now which ones.
I am not at all sure about the title of this poem yet, but “A Game of Chess” has been used before and who’d invite that comparison? I am open to suggestions.