The Sphinx
Her feline grace reclined,
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst
in shaded groves they court with lies.
These men fell power drunk
tripping on love’s wine;
its tang turned acrid
as they lapped the poisoned vine.
The once green forest cinder,
no water for the lake was dry,
The valley’s burnt to ashen gray
and all She kissed have died.
After: The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 3
Kim Patrice Nunez
09 January 2016
Copyright © Kp Nunez | Year Posted 2016
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