Black Widow by Dion Loubser
Resident Artist 3: No. 1 — Black Widow
Her gossamer thread lighter than air
A hypnotic dance on the breeze
She was dying
Infected as she was
With the disease of love
I came to see her
Remembering a night
When I cheated death
In the arms of the Black Widow
She did not love me
Though I loved her
How could I not
She was mighty
Irresistible and beautiful
Men would die to be with her
And many had
Been with her
And died
In the excruciating pain
Of unimaginable ecstasy
She let me live
Because I was her last
And her time had come
Even super heroes die
We embraced and kissed
And I craved her still
Though she was sick
Weak and pale
She dismissed me
Her only living lover
Her eyes still ablaze
The lovely black widow
I turned as I left
To see her wipe a tear
Then she shut the door
She had no friends
How could she
The deadly black widow
One ancient crone to ease her
Into the next life
Dion is a writer, adventurer and wine lover from Cape Town, South Africa. Drawn to impressionist imagery, magic realism and dystopian visions, his poetry and prose has been published by Junglejim magazine and ITCH literary journal, amongst others. A computer consultant in real life, his vivid dreams of flying lead him to believe he may in fact be a vampire, with a taste for fine pinot noir. Also, he likes to get about in a cape and is working on completing his first novel.
Copyright © 2016 by Dion Loubser
That is a strong piece Dion! I interpreted it in so many ways. The lover who does not love herself, a hooker, the one who got away or the one who feels they could never be loved? The words did a number on my curiosity. Your expression of the desire for her but embracing the loss was on point. Welcome to the Penhead family!
Hi David, I must have missed your comments initially. Thanks for your positive and…insightful review!
Hope we can create and help raise the penhead press profile…cheers