Unrelieving, infinite hues of blue suffuse,
Lap at despair,
Shudder through him,
Claim her,
Confounding their child.
All statued; paralysed:
Triptych of Tragedy.
Barely alive,
Lit by the world’s last candle,
Hunched and held
Bemused, they reel
In an intolerable spell:
While silent, whitened ripples ice and bleed.
[Ray Wilcockson, July 2015.]
© Ray Wilcockson (2015) All Rights Reserved.
