Stygian Blue

Upon horizons awash
myriad orchid of violets
and violent ochre clash
Yet in between
Ne'er a shade of green

My fatigued gaze faltered
Like those crepuscular gods
Obscured in a penumbral
Mantle // at the cusp
Of ephemeral twilights

Shadows guide a path
Transcribe each vestigial step
To this, my nadir bourne grave
A bleached skull adorned
with asphodel bloom

Within that grimace
Of lugubrious eyes
Perpetually transfixed?
A panoptic rippling
Of deep Stygian Blue

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

In so many words (so very many): a sunset. This one seen from a high, god-like perspective. Then so delivered to the blind readers below as might a God. Power in words.

[Nusquam Esse]

Not sure how I missed this. But yes, it was about Sunsets, about the sun setting in life, and about the elusiveness of seeing their true colors, how arbitrary our perception of them. And how the conflicting colors seemingly meld impossibly as the shadows grow long and defined.