Screw You Poppet
Freezing my arse off
Planting violets in a grave yard,
To inconspicuously gather
Goofer dirt,
It was simpler,
Choosing the fabric, black silk
Symbolic of you’re annoying slickness,
Matching the colour of you heart.
Now I sit, needle and thread.
Unleashing my domestic goddess
Stitch…stitch…stitch,
I damn as I darn.
I stuff you soundly.
With dirt, your scribbled signature,
A photo, complete with
Ingratiating smile.
I name you.
I feed you.
I bind you.
With ruby ribbons,
Your hateful mouth,
Your woeful groin,
Your interfering hands.
A last kiss
Before I bury you deep
In the frozen earth.
A final thought
Screw you poppet.
You ok, my dear?
ReplyDeleteYeah, fine just doing this poetry competition thing, so this was a challenge on 'film noir' as I know nothing about film noir I took a diabolical liberty with the prompt and did a little less than 'white' magic *ahem*. Though of course depends entirely on your POV could very, very easily be seen as a public service, but was toying with the play on the word 'poppet' and vengeful femme fatales.
ReplyDeleteI totally forgot you were signed up to my poetry blog, which as you can see has had a bit of life breathed into it.
ReplyDeleteMore poems than shake a bladder on a stick at.