Broken Blue Mansion

by B L Fitzgerald

From the hillside,
it looks beautifully divine.
Her estate,
surrounded
by manicured green lawns,
red roses so fine,
white columns
rising to the heightened sun.

The traditional doors
opens the site
where furnisher
tailors a queen's delight
her garden flower's in colossal vases
fragrance the vast chambers
lovely her faces
in mirrored walls and floors
sans her husband, her virile amour
melancholy ambience
negate her inner wealth.

The opened door shuts
beauty on the hillside resumes
inside she resides alone, by herself.