fired blue vase

that pale blue vase
made with expertise
captured her essence
when I held it in my hands
I missed her terribly

last masterpiece of his
helped me break his head
that vase qualifying as a weapon
was only a fitting tribute
for all she had suffered

jinxed it might have been for him
when he made that vase,
coloured it blue
fired from her calcified remains
from his own furnace

my revenge being complete
I filled it with daffodils and crocuses
cherishing her memories