Diana Came

Diana Comes

Sober in shades
Out of her black-drop
Tentatively yielding.

Awake
Not nearly
About halfmost
Half waits
Half hopes
Half drowned but clings on
Enfolded, enrapt.

Over
And the same
Same
Always the same question
Lingering sickly
Always the same answer
Familiar as death

Maybe its the same thing

Sun rises
Unturned responses
Fumes of Lethe reek abroad
Tomorrow still perversely feasible

On the high high seas
A corpse bobs lovingly
Still wrapped in her warm ghosts.

15th January 2017

Diana Comes is the last entry in a collection of written work I have called “Domestics”. You can read the whole thing here Domestics