Sonnet on Death

This is an ekphrasis on L'Agonie by Felicien Rops.

 

 

Sonnet on Death

Demons clutch at your rib-cage ladder

Grasping the arteries, choking your veins

Your bones are now fragile and ready to shatter

Oh dear, you're looking quite pale.

Your bloodless skin is as thin as paper

With cavities where worms slither in.

A struggling heart still resisting the Taker

Until the last light of your flickering

Vision begins its decay to oblivion

Succumbing to the pleasure it's finally giving.

But is it not called reverse necrophilia

If it's the dead that desire the living?

The underworld pathway is yours to descend -

Hail the king who will triumph in the end.

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imprisonedbeauty

Sun 27th Jan 2013 14:02

Must admit I've recently got into the bad habit of slipping in what attempt to be comical lines in otherwise serious poems. I think you're right - it doesn't really work in this one. Thanks so much for commenting! :)

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Yvonne Brunton

Sat 26th Jan 2013 16:56

I like the poem but the words 'Oh dear' in line don't seem to fit in with the rest of the vocabulary - too trite for this artwork

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