Requiem For Two
Spinster Ethel’s last night, aged 104, fiancé,
Wilfred, killed 1915, aged 17, in France,
loved by his comrades for his flute recitals
in the aftermath of massive life-depleting attacks.
Experiment with interior and mirrored rhyme.
Soon, after being born,
With solo piccolo, he played
A mournful soleil couchant tune,
A slow requiem for the dead
That she might instead live in peace
To a late dusk, from a second dawn.
Now her serene life will soon cease,
She lies, gold bassoon in bed
Sadly, playing au clair de la lune;
Old, worn, she too will fade
Soon, before the morn.
© gothicman 2017