A Perfect Plot (An Original Thursday Poem)

A Perfect Plot

Her designs were
                intricately subtle
And oozed
                an innocuous innocence
As she lay
                a patient snake
                in secret garters
Awaiting her so-well-cultivated prey.

She flickered at the
                raw edges of his
                                trampled consciousness,
Flitting forked tongue
                and rattled tail
                                in and out
                                oh so gently
Casting herself
                as
the betrayed angel with the broken wing.

Yes,
Once she set her slit-eyed sights
                on him
She wove
and spun
                in shameless
                patient
                sweetness
Until it seemed to him
                a refuge
                                a rescue

Her sympathetic syllables
                laced with the merest touch
                                of undetectable
                                                strychnine
made him doubt
                his soul-full
                                feelings.

Poor man,
Deceived by honeyed
                insincere
                                independence
Blinded by sleek
                silvery
                strands of
                artfully crafted
                artifice
Until it is too late
                for him.

Photo of the Day

Photo Title: Roses and Stone

Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia.

Quote of the day: “I can be changed by what happens to me.  I refuse to be reduced by it.”  –  Maya Angelou