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 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!
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Boudoir

A green duvet and me
blue
Eeyore pyjamas missing a button

a gaping hole my solar plexus

books scattered
carpeted
the bed and the floor
three phones waiting
a clock ticking
a red candelabra
standing tall
white scented candles
mirrors and paintings

reflected image incomplete

a red slip
pillows
a thick winter coat, disembodied
folded towels
soft toys and clothes, strewn

careless

tissues not too far away
the bedside table ready
slatted curtains not really curtains at all
shafts of light
penetrating
my wheat-bag purple and warm

comforting

Klimts Women is wide open
to ‘The Kiss’
at the foot of my bed

© Copyright 2007 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved

The Maiden

Gustav Klimt

Long fingers reach cheeks flushed tender
Pink
Tapestried upon lily skin

Butterflies flitter joyfully dancing
Desired
Sweet and familiar

A bed of wildflowers cushion dreams
Scented
The Maiden surrenders

Gold threads weave jewelled glass beads
Bleed
Cycles young and old

Deflowered and dying gracefully

© 2007 Jodine Derena Butler.  All Rights Reserved

First published in Sidestream, Issue 9, October 2007 “Poetry From The Fringe”
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