Humble beginnings,
Sheltered in stark contrast,
A life in royal bloom.
The avenues of her steps
Echo in
Eternity,
Furs scraped against
The walls of chaos.
Bled in fury of her form,
Taken to the downstairs lair,
Drenched in diamonds, delusion,
And care.
Laid in a simple drawer,
Her modest return,
Silver screen
Pandomonium
Cut from a steaming reel
In the wash of dark theaters.
The light of
Her glittering stare
Reflecting back to its
Quiet origins,
Simple, barren,
A backwards growth
From tulip to flare.
I was in love with her as a young boy. You captured her perfectly.
Interesting reflections on a life that ended so sadly 🙂