Clytemnestra

Are we lost to the world around this

Chiaroscuro, Carousels, Carcasses

The tiny tea cup plate made of bones

Things to collect, things to forget and lingers

The half of medallion that makes a bag charm

The madeleine disks by the shop front

The melody so mellow that is gone

Hair strand lost to the closed car window

The stained glass panels we made with parrots

A goldfish bitten by a goldfinch and werewolf

A little black dress worn so many times its seam

Started to zigzag and wiggle and the peppermoth

panel started to disintegrate not with water

But with air with shiny dust particles through it

Cleopatra blue nail polish reserved for

special occasions such as the only time you cracked

your phone screen at around five am

You always come back to me in the morning

Even when I'm in the literal sense gone with the wind

Opening a can of worm with economical can opener

Dressed as if going to the second reading of the opera

Listening to the eventide in the evening

When everyone looks like a nocturne

Still regretting the whalebones I sold

You are besotted you are just not over it

Head to the canal street maybe the franklin

For there was a delay in your soft murmuring

June 2023

By Aran Meredith