Theda Bara, by Melinda Giordano
The twilight came
Shuttering like an eyelid
Languid and full of lavender
Stained with kohl and twilight
Like Theda Bara stretched across the sky
Her golden cobras
Spat and curled across the sunset
The gilded animal horizon
Her venomous hair crawling
Her dark vanity and vampire perfume
Sparking through her curls
Stars pierced her dangerous skin
Lacerations becoming constellations
Blood dripping into the sun
And bubbling like a witches’ brew
And then the moon came
To scold her errant minions
The bright delinquents who should know better
Than to make her rise
To defend a fellow goddess in pain
(Image from the Public Domain, via Wikimedia Commons)
Posted on December 21, 2016, in Issue 19: Speculative Poetry and tagged ezine, poem, poetry, The Were-Traveler. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
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