Gardner’s Delight

Mistress Mary,

Quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells.

And Cockle Shells.

With Pretty Maids in a row.

That my kind sir

is how my garden does grow.

Reaver

Avenger

no one really knows

the role I play

the role I take;

my garden

well tended

blooms with wildflowers,

nightshade,

all that is good

and bad

in between.

We have been playing

game of cat and mouse

I lead,

you follow

soon dear

I shall reap.

Eyes shot through

hands tremor

saliva burned into the corner of your lip

bulbous nose

veined

whisky ridden

oily grey hair

sit

waiting

watching

no longer sure

how I will enter.

Slithering behind

last you heard

the

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

as my blade cleared its sheath

stabbing you straight through the eye

as you turned

and tried to fire.

Mistress Mary

Quite Contrary

How does your garden grow?

Will silver bells.

And cockle shells.

And all those dead men

set in a row.

©Nov. 8/22

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Untitled Dark Poem #10

Cat or mouse

huntress or prey

which shall I be

if you have your way?

Will I become voiceless

another broken body

found amongst the weeds?

Will I become torn

shredded and degraded

found amongst the building’s debris?

Will I become nameless

another woman

suddenly gone from this world

family to never know?

Did you feel that?

Look into my eyes

what do you see

lurking deep inside?

See the evil

the deadly design

I will come for you

hunt you

haunt you

until the bitter end.

Be it at the end of a rope

or a blade across the wrist

know that your death

a manufactured suicide

was just a game

played for my pleasure;

I only let you think that you would win.

©May 11/22

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