drops of rain on the eager land
fragrant doomed morning
photographs of her recollection
her son’s final breath
blends with her
melodious wailing for the king with the thousand wives
a bargain for another’s child
an imposter mother shattered
sham predicament for justice
a conjured up testimony
is it or is it not, she floats in a daze
eyelids shut, body rocking
her empty hands searching
flashing mind fragments
terror and isolation
disquietude and regret
slivers of a tale swirl in her tormented existence
emerging and re-emerging
lamenting in misery
imagined little truths
reckless little lies
one mind with the magistrate’s sword
for the satisfaction of judgement
of a halved progeny.
rikicarignan 