Ariadne & the Consecrated Man

It’s taken conciliatory surprise to remind Ariadne of her desires

Her pending resignation of all things malodious and contrite

Old crone bones proffering 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 bearing down

Bends 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 beating

Force 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

6 thoughts on “Ariadne & the Consecrated Man

    • 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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