The blade

The blade drew across his throat

And the choking began

Then the drowning

His crime

The gradual seduction

Of a princess

Then a queen

How he longed for his bed

To close around him

In its sheets

To sweep him

Into a dream of sorts

Downgrey light

That should hold so much 


Rising  against a welling storm

To quieten the sea

To millpond safety

And below

Easy elegance 

Sliding silver

Death at its lips

Armed with technology

Beyond any human endeavour

The Blade    copyright Geoff Francis 2020


Still Life  copyright Geoff Francis 1997