Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Pamela Sayers

Dragons fly

Hiding in unlit alleys, behind seedy bars
Red Stilettos, fishnet hose
A bowie tucked between her breasts
Concealed … she waits

In a subway tunnel: as the clock strikes
midnight, she is watching you
Stalking and plotting
As her stare draws you in,
Is your fear palpable as the sweat,
on your brow

Her hostage now,
clutched in her webbed arms
Carrying you to the highest ledge of a building
Placing a slender foot over the edge
She tells you she can fly …
The girl with the dragon tattoo


Jenny said...

A cold shiver down my back everytime I read this one. Brilliant.

flaubert said...

Thanks so much. Again thanks for the invite. I am thinking about doing a series of poems on wicked women.