this cigarette butt
crushed — perfume still lingers
belladonna eyes
to tick-tack of stiletto heels
why lipstick on my collar?
Eye Colour by M.C. Escher
Linking late to Poetry Pantry
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December 10, 2017
belladonna eyes
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
You ask a question I cannot answer. But however it got there I’m glad it did, I hope everyday you find lipstick on your collar!
hha – this is a fun comment
Ooooooh
still thinking about this – hm?
between the lipstick
and the smoke smell…
I just hope its the right woman,
cause otherwise, you might be in trouble.
Damn, this is tight.
I guess the question means you’d prefer the lipstick somewhere else. Or that you’re wearing a different kind of collar.
There is a lot of trouble to be had here I think–belladonna can go both ways!
Are you suggesting you courted the “Nightshade”? Interesting…
That is an intriguing pivot line. Brilliant tanka … everything that an absorbing tanka should be. Loved it!
Yes, all men abhor laundry! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!)
why indeed!!! So much hidden in that tanka!
Why indeed? Those morning after questions linger…
Sensual indeed. Too bad she is not one of those women who do NOT wear lipstick. Smiles.
Ha…La femme fatale 🙂
Now is the image within the pupil a reflection? if so, for me with that image I have two interpretations of your poem, clever.
is it a living belladonna?
That was so much fun to read. Sound, color and intrigue.
How in the hell did you get this from a photo of a Finnish railroad bridge in winter, B??? Good one, though.