My Beautiful Despot



Hot like a teapot


with lead


She led me


the road of sin


And where do

I begin

to tell the tale


Of how she

led me

off the rail






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patriciajj's picture

I imagine there's quite a

I imagine there's quite a story behind this explosive, miniature portrait of a dangerous enchantress. Your layered metaphor of a teapot that produces heat and yet is "laden/ with lead" vividly illustrates two divergent experiences along the path.


A timeless pitfall presented in a flash of skill and casual grace.

Starward's picture

I apologize for falling

I apologize for falling behind in my reading.  I like this poem very much, and its brevity conceals some very deep meaning, and also echoes, in a ripple effect, of pain.

Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.