Ode To Lisa

Written a few months before
My daughter Lisa died
In a drowning incident
Related to her 'dark mystery'
Illuminated by this poem

She was very angry
But she wasn't sure why
Poured ***** on the flames
And watched them fly into the sky
She lived for a while inside the fire
Holding the hand of Joan of Arc
And they were both illuminated
In her dark mystery

Just before she became black ash
She stepped out of her furnace of fire
Slept a while, drank water
And forgot the flames

But in a little while
A spark from her old life
Ignited her hidden rage
And in desperation she escaped, again
From her conventional cage
Into her dark mystery

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015