NEW LIFE

Broken eyes, unseeing as in life, 
unrepentant 
relinquish their light.
Her laughing scars scorn mourners' 
wails.

Her demons, bereft of a loveless 
heart, seek sustenance, 
a new insatiate vehicle. In her 
spirit's death they exult, 
vermilion eyes aglow, 
craving to recount their tale of 
morbid triumph.

Transfixed, I yield to their 
insistent cries; burning digits claim
my own frozen fingers; 
a veil lifted, I journey back in time,
her thwarted hopes to view 
in reverse.

Vortices swirl - coral, orange,
golden whorls. The shadow of an 
amber cord, conduit of life and death
tethers me still to her,
echoes of unassuaged grief lumber
amid her soul's ruins.

I am torn from her begrudging womb,
her stifled cries batter the 
deafening silence; this scourge,
a baneful changeling, is her 
penance.

Imminent doom, Autumn leaves, 
Summer rain, Spring blossoms, 
her swelling belly, 
alas, 
a life starts.

Grave nuptials,
Youth's dreams forestalled, 
 blighted bridal finery, 
her new life begins.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: Femme aux Bras Croisés
Source: imgkid.com
Artist: Pablo Picasso