clytemnestra by john collier

After John Collier’s Clytemnestra after the Murder, 1882

when her eyes are that wide she’s telling you

it’s	not	fear

it’s	not 	regret

it’s	not	horror

				when blood tumbles 
				from a quenched axe
				she’s telling you

								it trickles over marble

								a jewelled stream


like she is never 

going to be again;

she holds back the gilded curtain

				torches blaze behind her

				brilliant hair, golden diadem

				darkness seething

								& do we revile

								at the hint

								of a necessary crime?

Featured image held in the public domain via Wikimedia.


In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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