It is said that you should never place
your faith in a sensual woman in red
with full lips on a smooth-skinned face,
who sells bitterroot to raise the dead.
Her naked heart was born to darkness,
counting corpses in an eternity
of death and wicked business
running the affairs of the city
of bones from her cloud chamber
in a darkness more than night;
a blow fly is her familiar,
released from her malice box as light
entertainment, feeding on death’s slagheap
while the living sleep.
Kim M. Russell, 15th August 2019
Margaret is back today with Artistic Interpretations. She tells us that she visited Montclair, NJ recently, and had lunch at Tacoria, where she was intrigued by their wall of books painted with a portrait of La Catrina. She photographed the titles for this prompt, which Margaret says lends itself to the dark side but need not be dark. She has given us some background information to the portrait of La Catrina.
The challenge is to use ten book titles in a new poem, using the portrait in some way as inspiration.