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The Ballad of Seth and Rose
by Linda FullerA slash of lipstick cut her face in two
reminding him of squirrels he had shot
their gutted corpses readied for the pot
souls held to bodies with a flimsy glue
Her fragile lids were coated cobalt blue
her lashes heavy with a bristled clot
a minty mouthwash masked a subtle rot
of tooth, he knew she didn’t have a clue
what fate awaited her and then he struck
a pose, a bargain, thirteen brutal blows
then listened as she took her final breath
He really hadn’t meant to go amok
but sense deserts a mortal in the throes
of teenage angst and moonshine mixed with meth.
07/27/2013 Author's Note: The rhyme scheme is that of a Petrarchan sonnet; the content, not so much.
Posted on 07/27/2013
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/27/13 at 08:00 PM Eek! Deadly rhyming, this sonnet is loaded with vivid images and spells tragedy! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/27/13 at 09:49 PM Love the story lady and I suspect there may be more truth than fiction here, but I hope not. Take care. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 07/28/13 at 11:26 PM Brilliant. And I mean that sincerely. The content fits the form beautifully, and it takes my breath away. I've missed you Linda. Where've you been? |
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