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
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