Sunday, February 14, 2016

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painting by Trinidadian Alfred Codallo [1913 - 1971] from google dot com

COTTON FLORALS
The moon was bright, yet dark the night.
Through the mud dried track, he hurried back.
To the kids and Miss Mildred, ah yes our man Fred.
Bouts of drinking and carousing;
That was his pleasure, how fickle his leisure.

She laughed shrill and high, head thrown back for fie.
Her perfume intoxicating, scent of wild crepe jasmine.
A smile, flashing a thousand stars alive.

He approached her heart racing, she advanced slowly teasing.
Hibiscus in her wide skirt rippled, oh fly in the web tonight crippled!
After midnight scores to settle, so she roams sharp as nettle.
Gorgeous in aura, wicked in nature;
La Diablesse night roaming tigress.

Oops, across a fallen branch he trips.
Under clear moonlight construe, of cloven hoof to view
Sweat stain body across, he signed himself a cross.

Cackle Cackle yuh get away! yuh get away!
Thus charmed, back into the ether of night she was gone.
COTTON FLORALS © gillena cox 2016


Glossary
La diablesse, pronounced - jab less
yuh get away - you got away


Written for Magaly's prompt carpe jugulum in Sunday Mini-Challenge
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Challenged: to craft a new poem that speaks of thoughts/feelings on Terry Pratchett’s quote; Carpe Jugulum, as a foundation: “Don’t trust the cannibal just ’cos he’s usin’ a knife and fork!”

18 comments:

  1. Oh what fortune to trip like that... she sounds a little like the Hulder in Scandinavian folklore...

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    1. Happy you dropped in tonread mine Bjorn

      Much love...

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  2. Love the folkloric tone of this poem. I heard the drums in my head, as the speaker chanted the words.

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    1. And I LOVE the painting you chose for it. ♥

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    2. Happy you dropped in to read mine

      Much love...

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  3. Good thing he came to his senses and crossed himself.

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    1. Happy you dropped in to read mine Debi

      much love...

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    2. oh, yes ... this reads like a fable

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    3. Thanks for dropping in to read mine Candy

      much love...

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  4. I love the description of her smile!! Excellent poem!

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  5. I like this, Gillena. She was freer than most gals. Guys get away with this stuff easier than women.
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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Jim

      much love...

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  6. So much for Miss Mildred and the kids... seems like the tigress has other ideas.

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    1. Happy you dropped in Margaret

      Much love...

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    2. Happy you dropped in Margaret

      Much love...

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  7. Seems he got "tripped up" by his trickery. Love this dark night ode to error.

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