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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Thursday, October 4, 2012

Icarus and the Fall

photo by lolamouse (s.tardio) oct. 2012


 Eight legged goddess
Dead center, lamplit doily
Warm autumn whispers

One parchment winged moth
Icarus to her false sun
Enshrouded pilgrim



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