Blue Prince, The

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The Blue Prince
by Mary Matthew Jones

To my son Simon
IN WHOSE EYES I SEE THE WORLD ANEW.

There was a Blue Prince,
Who sat on a Blue Throne,
He had a blue crown made of sapphires,
And a blue castle made of stone.

The prince had a love,
for all things Blue
"It's the only true color,
In my humble view."

He couldn't stand the tint,
Of a hallway or a shop.
He couldn't stand the shade,
Of trees the green rooms brought.

He seldom talked to others,
for they rarely shared this view.
He never went to town,
Nor saw the flags they flew,

And do you know which game,
The prince instead would play?
The one that made him happy,
Whenever skies were gray?

A game he had played,
In the house and on the grounds,
And maybe you can guess,
from the clues that we have found,

It was a game full of rooms,
And the stories that we climb,
About a house full of lies,
and the truth that one prince finds.

And as you my reader
might already assume,
this game is quite near you
In fact in the same room.

A game about you,
And the plans that you made,
About a blue prince and his blueprints,
The blue game we just played.

The End