by: Cynthia Mayhew
My mothers mother
Was an evil strega bitch
Hissing like a spider crab
She would shake her head
The scorpion claw that was her mind
Always looking for a pricked payout
Even now, memoried bitter breath – chills me
We moved away from her when I was three
To my grandfather’s island
Bluffs, conchs, sand dollars, shoals
They welcomed us home
When she came to “check on us”
Her black bomb muffler exploding
I had hid under the bed
Her heels clicking and clacking
Yellow fingers bleeding, snapping
Venomous strega snake
“Mom, can’t nana leave you alone?”
I wondered about her childhood
Somewhere deep in my mind
I pictured her squishing ants
Acrid insect spite
I think her cracker face smiled
a little on the ends
where she once was something
Acrid insect Spite
In a born bitch childhood
Wow! A strega, huh? Wonderful poem, Cynthia.
I didn’t even know this made it in. Thank you.
made me think of V. C. Andrews Dollanganger series (Flowers in the Attic, etc.).
“scorpion claw that was her mind…crawling fingers-nicotine…neurotoxic countess…” gah. love it. a beautiful poem for all the beautiful girls out there.
Thank you Sandra. I am honored that you have read my work, and commented.
The poem reads like rolling thunder, captive and powerful, good choice of words both extreme and descriptive.
Big fan. Great poem! Thanks for sharing.
Wow, amazing poem! I can relate. I especially love the line “Neurotoxic Countess.”
This is my first submission, and I didn’t even see it until now. I really am happy to see that you liked my piece, and the comments made me very happy. Thank you very much.
First submission? Wow! Well done. Loved it all, but
especially, ‘Her heels clicking and clacking
Yellow fingers bleeding, snapping’