Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #283
That Blue Light
by Belinda Roddie
That blue light up ahead - was that where Mom
died suddenly on the side of the road,
a beer can in her lap, and a sweet song
stuck in her throat? I know her car was towed
with her body still in the driver's seat,
her blonde hair spilling from its regal bun,
her lion's mane, her lips red like raw meat
and her eyes glazed like glass. They found a gun
lying at her feet. There were no bullets
in the chamber, no wound upon her flesh,
no trauma, either. One quickly forgets
how Death simply decides to take your breath
and stick it in her pocket. She is cruel,
but she maintains the dichotomous duel.
by Belinda Roddie
That blue light up ahead - was that where Mom
died suddenly on the side of the road,
a beer can in her lap, and a sweet song
stuck in her throat? I know her car was towed
with her body still in the driver's seat,
her blonde hair spilling from its regal bun,
her lion's mane, her lips red like raw meat
and her eyes glazed like glass. They found a gun
lying at her feet. There were no bullets
in the chamber, no wound upon her flesh,
no trauma, either. One quickly forgets
how Death simply decides to take your breath
and stick it in her pocket. She is cruel,
but she maintains the dichotomous duel.
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