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Medea's Ashes

The crowd is drawn like magnets 
Drawing flecks of finely splintered steel. 
They stand and stare 
At smoke-choked, charred remains- 
Magnificent Medea. 

Her ashes slowly blow like dust 
Upon Atlantic breezes 
Rushing over achromatic beaches 
Soon to rest on Adirondac majesty. 

Death is silent still like Medea's 
Ashes on the evening winds. 
And in the early dusk that follows dust 
One sooted shape is left; 
Like a child makes an angel in the snow. 

Bouquets of roses spread upon 
The ground around black-sooted angel - 
Aromatic, multicolored sweet bouquets, 
Giving vivid dignity to death in final pose. 

A tall thin man with thick white hair 
Stands straight and still 
Above the remnants of his queen; 
He once was hero and marine 
In distant wars before Medea 
Stole his soul and made it whole. 

The cattails cluster'd round 
Medea's marbled pond 
Are crying muted cries 
As they bend and bow to something 
Larger than their friend upon the wind. 

A single night-hawk flying by 
Ackowledges the cattail's cry 
As it dives above narcissi trumpets waving - 
Modulated bright and bulbous yellow 
In the twilight's dim and faded light.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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