Last Judgement

She sits in judgement like mayonnaise setting.

 

‘Mog!’ she utters with eyes of reckoning

slant with questions

dull with doubt

 

We held together

clung close and tearful

but the worlds we built

were arid

mouthfuls of discontent

 

Hereafter let dreamscapes guide you to perfection.

Let panoramas pulsate with fury

at the perils of being

One.

 

After all, the world ends not with a bang but a whimper… and so do many relationships.

I’m linking this to that wonderfully supportive group dVerse Poets Pub, which has become a much-loved second home for me on the web. The prompt was to write a poem in precisely 55 words. I only had to add the first line and this poem became just the right thing.