You pin him down,
you and your maid,
in the dark shroud of the general’s tent.
Oil lamp flare
illuminates one bare
shoulder, exposing the seductive skin
and black hollow of your breasts;
muscle-bound arms belie your femininity.
Sweet revenge gives strength to slice
through flesh, muscle and spine,
fingers of one hand entangled
in hair and beard,
in the other hand
He offers no resistance,
drenched in alcohol
and the spurt of his own blood,
while you rejoice in delivering a city.
Kim M. Russell, 1 September 2020 (originally written in 2016)
An ekphrastic poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night