All Wonder Gone. Poem by Terry Collett

All wonder gone
all satisfaction dissolved
as ice in summer hot sun,

she sits in
frown-eyed gaze
musing on better times
better days,

dark of hair and eye
red-lipped unsmiling
all attendance
she has sent away
offers of help or want
waved with thin hand
disdainfully shown,

where joy has fled
or kind-hearted feelings
frozen iced she cannot recall
whether now or when
or before the fall?

frigus corde,

cold hearted in veins
and breath and touch
and feel,

she knows nothing
now of love or being loved
or of the skill of making
it once more,

hears only
cool winds
and ships wrecked
on some faraway shore.