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  Promise   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