Black Widow

Dragon blood
days of yore
in fantasy
courtesan I be
wrapped in luxurious sable
reclined
pillows
Arabian silks
gauzy veils.
Bejewled
hands of gold
held out
kissed
kings lay at my feet
whispering promises
riches
dreams I can only desire
jaded that I be.
Cherry slicked lips
forked tongue
devil I speak
purring here
pouting there
pulled into my web
woven
poison pumped
directly to vein.
Never was a connection made
never was a sorceress condemned
fled next
play the flute
each time
I surpass myself
I have to up the game.
©May 28/20
Picture via Pinterest

Forgotten

Crumbling mortar
paint peels in strips
corrupted
land bleeds black
brambled path
wrought in pain
in terror.
Sit
staring at nothing
mind no longer there
lost in the mists
of time beyond
not able to see the disgrace
the family feels.
Speaking in tongues
in gibberish
who can understand
as I wail
as I cry
trying to bring you into this world.
of my own devise.
Flashes of history
memories lost
tangled web
I am caught.
Drool
disgust
wipe my mouth
speak as though
I am not here
as though
already gone am I
wishes were horses
beggers would ride.
When I was a young
prospects so many
laid out
waiting for me
to pluck the fruit offered
to bite of my dreams
fulfilling.
Now I am an elder
no one has time
to hear my stories
to hear my tales.
I am left to bleed
in gloomy silence
set upon an ice floe of neglect
waiting to die.
©Feb. 17/20
Picture is my own