FUTILE FORTUNE words by Terri Kay Emanuel
The following piece inspired by Norma Jean Baker, a candle in the wind.
Banished from The Garden a frightened, shivering unicorn lost in the woods.
An empire has been built to honour her memory celestial centerfold gallery
restless, hanted king.
A beguiling labyrinth cream entwined inside laden sleeping beauty;
a glimpse of hope suddenly she's galloping freedom lies ahead
through the forest clearing a flash of light her face in the sky
God's reign of tears
her unfulfilled dream shattered her lost poetry scattered
generations of exaltation futile fortune's rapaciousness
to recapture her vibrant essence millions
behold vitrescent red rose begging mercy for her soul
her country's eternal sorrow.
Her lover's final betrayal desolate anguished angel
address book; night table
in her forsaken farewell.