She Dreamed Of Icarus - Portrait In Indigo Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

She seemed to be like a portrait...
Which had fallen from its gilded frame
Abandoned...
Lying face down on the empty, cold wintry floor
An elegantly created portrait...
Once painted in striking hues of indigo blue
Her eyes told a story of bittersweet, magenta colored sorrows
That etched themselves...
Throughout the frail, intricately woven canvas of her soul


Over time...
Thoughtless hands subtly contrived and manipulated...
The beauty of her painted portrait
Into a resemblance-likened to that of a cold chiseled statue
Calloused, careless fingers molded her...
Lancinating the fragile fragments of her spirit
Leaving her heart with the etoliated, worn material...
Called her life

She dreamed of Icarus - soaring down on steel wings
Shrouded in cobalt, magenta colored clouds
With outstretched, feathery fingers...
Lifting her up to dance with him in a Stravinsky ballet...
As it is was meant to be - not how it was

She was a beautiful, delicate butterfly...
Bruised by many dark shadows in her world
Leaving her unable to fly away
From its thirsting arid rain filled skies
It left her struggling to stay afloat in the spring's melting snow

Life had bruised her tender skin...
Gnawing away like insatiable insects...
On her delicate pink frescoed soul
Leaving her feeling like a plastic manikin on display...
For all to pose her as they selfishly may

Muddied soil was the blood that coursed through her veins
Holding her tethered heart...
In fleshy, lumpy mounds of dark, chocolate brown earth
It held her helplessly clogged in the dirt
That descended down in the empty spaces of her soul...
Like the muddied strings of yellow, tattered maize
That entwined their ragged tassels through her life flowing veins...
Choking off the blood she needed-
To nourish her weakened, hungry heart

Mighty winds toppled her willowy, limber tree...
Snapping the delicate boughs of her arms
As it pulled at the fleshy bark of her skin
She stood cold and alone in the cold wintry night...
Wrapped only in her naked flesh - with open, bleeding indigo wounds
Standing under the icy, mist of the cold, winter moon
Her heart and soul painfully revealed - in shades of indigo blue