It's Still Life

Skeletal

Tonight’s sunset is tinged scarlet,
bleeding into the lagoon, out
beyond, into the lake, falling through
summer-thick shrubs beyond twilighted memories

where something of the past joins
skeletons of rowboats
in soured brackish water, rotting
like a black heart.

And the setting sun shivers.

Written for dVerse Quadrille “Lagoon”. A Quadrille poem is 44-words (san title) Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2023.