Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Deadly Games

Lady of midnight
A flick of your jet lashes
and they come running
Black patent vamp
What do you promise
behind your ivory gauze curtain?
Long lithe legs
obsidian silk stockings tied
in lover's knots
around their bodies
Lost in ecstasy
they look up and catch
a quick glance
Crimson lipsticked smile
hungry blood red tongue
But I know who you really are
I've seen your scarlet mark
Your time is up
You may be a ravenous beauty
 but I'm one deadly bitch.
photo of black widow spider (now deceased) in our basement

submitted for Poetry Jam, Color Your Life


Maude Lynn said...

Killer write!

Brian Miller said...

oh my...quite the deadly end to this eh? yeah sometimes beauty is just not worth it eh?

Mary said...

Oh, I love this!! The ending was just perfect! (as was the picture!) Glad you found your inspiration!

Pat Tillett said...

VERY good Lola! It reminds of an old girlfriend...

Laurie Kolp said...

You had me fooled for awhile... great ending... and that picture's worth a loud scream!

Scarlet said...

What a voice...I love it ~

not displayed said...

oh your black widows look like our Redbacks. Beautiful but nasty and very quickly despatched in this house too

JustRex said...

Mmmm... enticing and deadly. Like most women.

The new layout really startled me. Nice! Very colorful.

Peggy said...

Great take on colors! I didn't think about the poem being about a black widow spider until I saw the photo. Even better the second time I read it.

Victoria said...

This one had me every second Lola, and absolutely came together with the ending and the picture. Thanks for a mysterious and exciting ride.

Jinksy said...

And the female is much deadlier than the male...

Helen said...

Some Women ~ Black Widow Spiders, oh yes they sometimes share traits. Great poem, Mouse.