Remember Only This

By the gloating rocks once its refuge, The sun wallows in scarlet rages; Glovers at the ticky-tacky cages, Who feel naught of the coming deluge From the lurching stream that knows no rest. Each ripple is a Mont Blanc unsung With snow-hunches grown out of dark grace, The cragginess of each jagged face; Burnt with the weight of burdens unflung, More formidable than Everest Blades of grass growing out of cement, They ever knew passion, knew the pain Of lorn oaths broken oft and again; Thus Marianne from her Sherwood rent, By the dripping of socks found her quest As her sister shed a skin of ice, And tucked it under an arm to walk; Glided on water in flesh of chalk, To see her crush pigments like head-lice, Wring back stolen blood with savage zest. [Written in response to Women in Black, by Marianne von Werefkin] [First published by The Ekphrastic Review]