More than Just Blue Eyes
His family was as full of grief as most
Extended ones, blue of flowers more
Like purple though. While on the Baltic coast
With Alexandra sporting on the shore
Perhaps he temporarily forgot
Along with her King Alexander’s death.
They played in waters iced as sorrow fraught
With royal loss until his frisky breath
Was lavender with breathing that had passed
The patience of his playmates. They obeyed
Commands from adults. Philip though was fast
In his determination. He still played.
They dragged him gnashing from the waves as blue
Of skin as Britons daubed with wode and rue.