Friday, June 24, 2011

at first glance

From the picture
one cannot envision that night
when she drowned her infant in the bathtub
and ran, dripping, to slit the dog's throat
in the backyard while drenched in moonlight
and dancing
Guilty droplets of water spinning off her like a top,
long hair flying in ropes that, from a distance,
blended perfectly with the howling branches of the birch trees

one cannot hear her shrill cackle
taunting the various gods of the night sky
that they should not have challenged her so
 perceiving weakness
because the taste of blood was in her mouth
and who were they to tell her of
demons and descendants

The following was written for the photoprompt provided by Magpie Tales.


C.M. Jackson said...

evocative portrait of a troubled soul--well done!

Anonymous said...

Very dark and frightening you really can't judge people by their looks! Great job =)

Everyday Goddess said...

eerie! and who really knows what she was all about? great use of the prompt.

Lena said...

Hey! Hey! This is a fabulous piece - deliciously dark. Talk about looks deceiving us!

Margaret said...

Intensity we can see, yes, but such horror... no. But it happens! Very thought provoking!

Reflections said...

Wow! Love the expression in this piece. You have captured the dark pains oh so well. Lending a glimpse of what, who, how this happens.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Very dark and eerie and very good.

Anna :o]

madhumakhi said...

Oooooooooh!!!!!!!! Creepy! This one really gave me the shudders.

Pat Hatt said...

A nice haunting write, great word play too.


awesome poem..........nice blog.......


Tumblewords: said...

Wonderful imagery and finely tuned phrasing make this a memorable read. Provocative and powerful.

Boom Boom Larew said...

Most excellent! I love this! Deliciously creepy.

Poetry Potluck said...

sad, creepy,

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Naquillity said...

this is a gripping poem. and sadly, there are many women who feel the need to end the life of their child/ children because of the demons in their heads.

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