Struck down,
she does not move.
Her shock of green hair
tumbles across her face,
lithe limbs akimbo.
Across the small
of her back
Susan ♥ Larry
Susan ♥ Jake
Susan ♥ Vince
.
Tramp stamps
on an organ donor
oak.
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That is one sinister scene – I can see it – sends shivers up my spine and the detail of the tattoos is sheer genius – the last stanza is chilling and opens up a whole other story…
And then the tramp stamp – your writing is beautifully layered
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the poem. You helped me see just how deep and dark the layering is.
Oh, it is layered – had to read it twice to fully grasp the meaning! Love it. Personally, though, I’d leave out “soon to be” to make that line so much more powerful.
I made the change per your suggestion. Thanks!
Wonderful. I like the clever, cultural play in this one. Great composition.
Very cool. Love how you reveal the story at the end. Poor oak. Always sad to see these grand dames felled.
I’m just happy for Susan and Vince. Got a good feeling about those two.