lazarus

I haven't written here in years. I mean YEARS.

This one was written after watching a film adaptation of Madame Bovary, but I wouldn't say it had any direct correlation other than some images that inspired me, and the tragic finish.



DEBUT AUNT

French doors hide holy whores
clammy hands hold pastel pearls
princess phone
but prince ain’t home
curdled cries in the cream
tears in the milk
a two-faced bouillabaise
ladled on a crushed kerchief

Catcalls at the dance hall
back buried in the wall
like a page-pressed petal
waiting for a wave;
the hand grazed twelve
like a watch wound with wind
sent away in a hansom
too ripe for a ransom

Tickled white to red
wet grape on the gums
her eyes sin come up quick
like a lantern swelled and pricked,
spilt oblivion on the road ahead
too slick to keep steady
careening and caroming
like passed-off partners
exchanging this world for another.

Ava79

I really like it!