18 February 2019

#18 - The Girl in the Fireplace

The clock is broken, embers crack and hiss,
no language can interpret what occurs
she gives a lonely traveller one last kiss,
then steps into a future that's not hers.

The war is endless, internecine strife,
nobility's outsider at its heart
a friend of kings, but not a kingdom's wife,
a patron and practitioner of art.

The bells are silent, rain falls like a shroud
as Voltaire muses on inequity
which wears away at beauty, drip by drip.
The grief of kings is rarely sung aloud,
the deluge whispers as it meets the sea
"she will not have good weather for her trip."


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