Poison lips

It’s not my thing to please
I could be nice unless
you only hand me
snakes to pet;
but can you blame a girl
if her lips are pursed
with poisonous intent?

No, my love
you shouldn’t cringe,
It’s you
who bear the blame.
for the venom of my wrath
that’s rushing
through your veins.

Seamstress @catschappach

Late to the party. Kerry introduces us to the art of Cat Schappach, and I think it fits perfectly to a 55 word poem.

Also linking up to Poetry Pantry.
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September 8, 2019

18 responses to “Poison lips

  1. Wow! A fantastic depiction of the image, Bjorn. I didnt know where to start. I love your lines about only being given snakes to pet. Smiles.

  2. What can we expect from someone who isn’t handed flowers or home made muffins. The world is mos def unkind sometimes and who can blame a woman frim responding in kind.

  3. To give daggers and expect kisses seems to make sense for some. Then they get cut, when the blade is turned their way… and they begin to buck. When one spreads venom, being poisoned shouldn’t come as a surprise. All right, maybe I carried the metaphor a bit to far, but that doesn’t make it untrue.

    Love the tone. It fits the image so well. I can see the words coming out of her mouth, accentuated by the look in her eyes.

  4. Love it! A very cleverly written piece that teeters on a droll (albeit venomous) hinge. The near-rhyme adds to what-felt-to-me to be a bit of a tongue-in-check verse from an ill-used lover. This is SO cool!

  5. “It’s not my thing to please / but I could be nice”…I love how clear she is, right through to who is responsible for waking her wrath. It suits the image well.

  6. When all that is received is venom, the choices are to be poisoned by it or adapt to survive. Life often finds a way. And sometimes that way is through the original poisoner themselves. I can’t help but think of the way we’ve treated the earth and the resulting horrible weather patterns, among other things.

  7. I find your interpretation of the image very interesting; I can imagine this poem on various places written down or spun in, as a warning.

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