in the crux

in the crux

 

in the crux of bent

tragedy;

worst of all

worlds,

 

shadows uncurl;

sins laid out dead.

 

a shot to the head!

pale outstretched hand;

sweet heroine floats

on a river of rest.

 

on her still chest,

bright red flowers moan.

chicken bones gripped 

in a ceramic fist.

 

I'm the fiend in the mist; 

blurred man in the photo

crumpled and mashed;

wound carried by pocket.

 

sad electrical sockets 

songs of satyrs hum darkness.

crackle of wires;

snap of love’s neck.

 

injection of warmth;

pale outstretched hand.

cold villain floats

on a river of rest.

 

in the crux of bent

tragedy;

worst of all

worlds,

 

shadows uncurl;

sins laid out dead.

Reviews

[Chelsea]

This is an amazing poem. You fill the page with amazing descriptions, imagery, just a lovely poem.
I love how the lines say so much more. Every time I read this poem, I kept thinking of new meanings and hidden symbolism. A very puzzling write, but fun to try and figure out.
I love how it tells a story!!
Awesome stuff!

[Moonflower]

This was the cold wind biting against my flesh..very well done

[OT]

ooo a modern day ophelia indeed - our mutual muse pops up again!! you knew I'd like it!! you just tease haha brilliant as always!! the "sad electrical sockets" was a line to remember for sure!! creative!!

[Kerry O'Connor]

This reminds me of a latter day Hamlet and Ophelia... the floating beauty and the tragic man proving madness in reason.