Obsidian Sky Poem by Andy Brookes

eschewing mocking gales
rough riding risible laughter
your words, layered ambiguity.

shimmering ripples across a stream
coloured glass splits, light dazzles
does not enlighten just confuses

breezily passing,tangible, hard
splituntidy febrile remnants.
a not so humorous more humoresque
hot mirage in silk and lace.

cold separation condensing enters
refrigerant climes of your heart
no space for love just vacuum packed audacity

you thought I loved you, you smiled cruelly
such deception deserves applause my friend.
you were nothing but a Jester to my Queen.

leaving echos of stilettos on wood
doors slamming, loss ensnares their echoing
like shrapnel rain shattering my heart.