Work Text:
Call
her Ice
Queen, call her
Dragon Lady.
It’s hard to see what’s
sweet in her – she presents
a brittle bitterness born
of empty promises and dark
doings against her climb towards command.
She is Inspector Margaret Thatcher
and she hides what is sweet in her, rarely
allows the silenced songbird to soar
higher than the dragon’s flight, nor
does she allow joys and griefs
to go from shallow to
deep, but rather keeps
her queenly cold
in place and
carries
on.
