Friday, 27 June 2008
picking up the ladle, I smile at you------Sunday Scribblings
Photo: Rick Mobb
pouring the washing liquid into basin
I scour the vessels vigorously
as if my life depended on it
if only you knew how much truth
I hold within me
but you can't
you never could
now it is totally wrong on my part
to expect it from you
that obssessive part of me still wishes
for impossible things
picking up that ladle
I smile at you
your vision still so clear
even though you are gone
(well, I must agree, you do taste good)
pouring more washing liquid into basin
I again scour the vessels vigorously
to wipe your blood along with your bones
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Oh No! How horrid this seemingly
ReplyDeletesweet old lady is - could it be-
has she murdered her partner?
Excellent writing, you kept this
reader unaware until the end.
Vivid, beautiful, and sad. You are expert at using the everyday concrete images to convey a larger meaning.
ReplyDeletegag. cough. sputter.
ReplyDeleteNice little mystery story there.
This is like an insidious, flash-fiction horror story! Very clever!
ReplyDelete(well, I must agree, you do taste good)...i had to read this twice to make sure i read right....and then, i continued reading and, yes i did!
ReplyDeleteoh, my...dark and extremely good.
that was terrific.. love stinks..
ReplyDeleteFunny, I was taking this more metaphorically. Me, who sees the literal in everything.
ReplyDeleteAnd to think I was grossed out yesterday by a discussion of turtle soup (still am, come to think of it)!
ooooh You little sweeny todd you!
ReplyDeleteI love how the photo of this sweet looking little old lady and the sinister goings on your poem implies compliment each other! Lovely work...if not a little horrific!
ReplyDeleteooh. how wonderfully evil. its really not related but for some reason it reminds me of this story by roald dahl. the wife kills her husband with the leg of a lamb she was going to cook for dinner. and then she feeds the lamb to the cops when the come over to investigate; destroying the evidence.
ReplyDeleteOh, I do like that character. A storyteller's dream.
ReplyDeleteYou've conveyed similar thoughts as Tweeny Todd. I conclude that we do taste good whether it's soup or pie if the secret is not revealed. I like the part on the smile before revealing the truth. Well Done!
ReplyDeletevery quirky - very good!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat was it about this post that made us see "dark" visions? Me too.
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So ya house trained then?
ReplyDeleteWicked! I love it.
ReplyDeleteSeer
dark,dark.
ReplyDeletei like. :)
That's one way to wash a man away. lol Well done, especially that last line. ;) xxoo
ReplyDeletehow oddly delicious
ReplyDeletelol! Well done! Lots of horrific fun!
ReplyDeleteOhhhh expertly done ... please send the list of ingredients!
ReplyDeleteHold within me? Taste good??
ReplyDeleteJeez, don't tell me it's what I think it is..argh!
Vivid and graphic, and the end knocked me off my chair!
You can always try again!
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