Forever Red

Sargent, John Singer, A Dinner Table at Night, 1884
 Blood red walls
surround my beautiful wife
of so many long and youthful years.


I grow old
in her wake, while she stays
as young and cold as the day we met.


 And now I step
into my hollow grave on this,
my last breathing day of warmth and love.


Leaving her
to continue living in her innocence
forever young, forever red, forever alone.




by Phenix JiRa
 August 6, 2012

Prompt: Mag 129


11 thoughts on “Forever Red

  1. Hi Brian… not really a hope for her to stay alone. In my mind anyone who lives forever will be alone at some point. In this poem, she is innocent and youthful so never really lonely. 🙂


  2. Interesting… three comments regarding Wuthering Heights. I must admit I've never read it… looks like I need to add it to my reading list. 😉


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