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Still Life

In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully red or crimson or scarlet 
Greens of sage and emerald 
Dances in its hues, 
Corruption is setting in as time passes 
under these searing spots 
as rot comes like a little death 
spreading to the rest, 
The rust of fruits oranges,
nectarines, bundles are of berries, 
sliced in aromatic spice, 
bloody droplets of cherry’s puddle, 
next to a crystal chalice 
of fine facets and filigrees 
cut to trap light, to express 
spectrums of color glitter and refract, 
Standing starkly next 
to the draped sacred rosary 
and the sweet-fruited flesh. 
Dust comes to rest
A raven of stately lorn, 
blue on to black night into 
nocturnal feathers bore
eyes deep as ink wells so black, onyx 
dipping into hues blue in the reflect.
A haunting vestige that knows breath, nevermore! 
Amidst the abstract, crowded 
silent room linger
Still, stranger odd ornate objects gather...
from oblivion's shores. 
A compass of intricate design, 
sextons of aged patina brass, 
Crack mirrors and mercury glass.
Mechanisms fine-tuned for sailors 
to chart uncharted seas where “there be dragons”. 
Deep, driven is the shaft of daggers hilted blade 
Casts its long crucifixes shadow
Here on books of quaint and forgot lore
Tomes of cryptic grimoires, 
archaic mysteries, ill-begotten biographies,
Black Bibles of some unknown deity...
Or leather-bound abominations 
found in the depths of god-forsaken tombs.
Stacked like sand blown Persian Ziggurats.
To were a white horror stares
bleached bone and hollowed sockets glare 
it grins sinisterly but it's harmless if you dare
But why would you care
Around this still life of oddities
Things found a life lived out fast
Hallmarks of someone long 
forgotten history left in this corner 
under these lights for someone 
to render in all details 
of its fading glories
Life is still at last.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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