It’s taken conciliatory surprise to remind Ariadne of her desires;
Her pending resignation of all things malodious and contrite.
Old crone bones proffer up a willingness to decay
Lay still, let mummified old sticks and stones settle in.
A labyrinth of bygones remind her of a well spring run dry
A summer of joy, cut short. The autumn equinox bears down
Bending boughs to straighten those willowy heart strings once and for all.
She feels the clew constrict, stretch the last of the wine —
The last dram of mortality’s mundane, quenching nothing in the end
But a lust for a life lost, rendering her a prisoner and one of Klimpt’s women
Peeling back the golden years in rebellion, a fight to the last breath.
Abandoned yule tides of December wax and wane
When all she wants are lilies, and to be crowned Queen of the Damned
To be held in the arms of a consecrated man.
Alas, winter brings sadness and loss, chaos organising
The last remaining gasp muted in surrender, a fish. One final beat
Forces remnants of hope to leave as gracefully as the slamming
Of a door / his melted wings and her angst roar!
© Copyright 2019, Jodine Derena Butler & Poetry Out West. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
Your use of language in this poem is truly wonderful and… well, elaborate. I really dig stuff like this, Jodine. And, yeah, I think your explanation of it is what I took it to mean too. Lovely.
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Thankyou Tony. It is sad but matter-of-fact. It is what it is
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Pretty classical, such a shakesperian poem. I understand a few words, I must take the dictionary. Baroque!
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I’m not sure I understand the poem. Not sure quite what it’s about either. Feeling like love is a lost cause I think. That it is as elusive as ever and for everyone else, except me. Something about giving up on the romanticism of love and choosing death of that ideal
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I think Romanticism is for Youth. When you are getting older, the remain, the leftover is sex, a bit of tenderness, a soup of warm, and mainly no solitude. But maybe I Think this way because I’ ve been forgotten being in love for ages…
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Unfortunately, I think love has desserted me too x
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