Juliette's bedfellow

she sits in the shadows,
surrounded by the yellow window
a widow of woe in a tableau designed by Picasso
her Romeo is gone, dark Navajo more like Othello
her life a fiasco not unlike the emotional embargo
left behind in a solo after years of sweet duo
swallows and sparrow chirp in a concerto
for cello, oboe and piccolo
their song the libretto of an exotic calypso
a curious adagio before the slowly fading rainbow

they danced together, languidly, a tango, or a flamenco
he her beau maestro, she in tabasco-colored calico
in the shade of the gazebo, a jade and tangerine gecko
sought shadow from the sunny meadow below
the painter's brush strokes in swift hues of indigo
an outline the limbo of her private inferno
her head delicately poised on a sallow pillow
his hands holding his sombrero
near their deathbed, a portmanteau
with her furs and his tuxedo
and the slow eruption of a volcano
slowly extinguishing hope, its low vibrato
a hymn of ultimate sorrow
discovered in no photo

a single pink flamingo
flies upward from this fresco
a branch of mistletoe
from his beak, like Cupid's last arrow
falls into the empty arms of tomorrow
of a dull fading willow



Juliette's bedfellow
10 december, 2006
[200610.12…a]
Written in Monorhyme form
for the Writer's Cramp