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.