Quaint Elegy

The cauldron sizzled when she added stink wood twiglets threw in an old sandal and stirred the pot in elegant poise When she stoked the fire by the quay of mixed pleasure the platinum boiler outshone the lighthouse and gave hope to pirates who filibustered merchants high on foul trade With a shuddering quiver the harridan inhaled the scent of frog legs and molluscs stir fried in sea weed and fear which filled the air with the quaint fragrance of revenge ‘I am a seductress with my sweet perfume second to none need no cabal or macho clique to induce justice and peace Mercantile vessels sink to rock bottom where they belong’ The ocean master’s quandary blasted a troubling dilemma for she was fair and offered one last chance to jump ship ‘Abandon abomination and slavery and join me at the stake’ Penance could be bought with gold coins and honest rosaries for in this instance the good lady followed hallowed tradition Once in hell’s heat Satan would absolve evil and godly delusion roast the perpetrators like marshmallows draped in snake skin An aroma of violation trespassed between bargains and pleas and kindly the intoxicating fumes softened agony and betrayal ‘I shall reckon ashes and pulverized bones to the next menu in kind’ 08th February 2021