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She died easily in the end.
I wanted her gone
But dreaded the horror,
Most of all, I dreaded the blood,
After all I had loved her,
I had fallen in love
With the flare of her.
For she burned brightly,
All gold and red;
And red lips,
Always painted thickly,
And the fingers!
I thought of them as talons now.
But not then.
It was the thought of The Other
As I had done,
That tipped me over the edge.
But I could not bring myself
To spill that rich red blood.
She slipped under the water
Without a cry.
I had prepared myself so well.
There was no chance of discovery.
And, certainly, I was in control
No stupid hysteria from me!
And then I saw her toes!
'Put your hands together'
Religious people say.
'Ask for anything you want;
Your God will find a way.
Everything is in his hands.
Relax! He will take care.
Every Believer understands
That God is everywhere.'
Gosh, I forgot how good you are at this since I haven't visited here in a while! I thought those were my toes in the tub until I read the poem. Which was captivating and I would like to read more...Its good that prayer follows the evil deed.
Very nice Brenda. That first one could have been a story! I wanted to hear more! Love Di ♥
This is a great Magpie Tale, but there is something wrong with the Mr Linky thing for your blog - it kept telling me 'server not found' and suggested I check spelling. You may want to go back and leave a gentle moan for Willow?
Wow, powerful poem beautifully written and I liked the prayer at the end - almost like a cleanser ;-)
I have enjoyed visiting your blog.
Definitely fix your link on the Magpie site.
I like your prayer as well.
I love the darker take on this magpie. great writing
Now that's a juxtaposition of poems! Well done, Rinkly.
Your Magpie is really intense and chilling ... followed by the sweetest of prayers. Wonderful.
Oh my! You are GOOD!
I love this. The toe twist at the end is perfect.
Absolutely fantastic poem. What a fantastic ending, I loved it. So clever
Very creative, but chilling
................. I think you may have rendered me speachless, Btilliant! :o)
scary bath scene....reminds me of a movie I saw once...no not Psycho.
scary bath that, Brenda.. the poem flowed like a red river.. Brilliant!
oh this is a dark one - with the toes accusing…
my magpie is here
That ending is terrific. Creepy, scary poem. Well done!
Another Poe-ish take on the prompt! Very nicely done!
I like a little revenge with the bath salts. Excellent!
Well done. Builds intensity and weight as it progresses. Loved it! My magpie also had death...
Good God!! This was chilling, and scary!! And the emotions spilled out of the tub and from my screen!
Very well written!!!
I could visualize it all, and it gave me the creeps... the calculated murder!!!
I seek permission to print this and cut out the last line so as to not spoil my murderous gloating! Actually, I think I prefer divorce! ha ha!
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