In Mrs. Manstey’s view from a window up high,
Where portraits whisper secrets to the soul,
A cup of cold water, in silver’s swirl, reflects the sky.
Reflecting Rembrandt’s mastery. Fleeting is her control.
Through thoughts like quicksand, a dilettante’s quest,
within her mind, the pot-boiler’s fire is flickering bright,
she had hoped to find that his father’s son confessed,
full-circle moments, traced in hues of darkest night.
Take back the kingdom! Turn the wheel of Atreus’ lore,
where relentless pot-boilers bubbling poisons flow,
In the long run, the old master’s wisdom like ravens soar,
As the fever burns in hearts that she may never know.
His father’s son’s legacy is plastered within these painted halls,
Where destiny molds the past, as the present and future blend,
In contemplation, moments amass as Mrs. Manstey recalls,
peering through the glass, Kingdom come, good may yet transcend.
Part of the title constraint series
In these constraints, I have taken titles of works from different poets and authors (all the same author for each poem) usually consisting of 20-40 titles. My Constraint was to use as many words as possible in their titles to construct a new Poem.

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