Monday’s Muse: A Ten-Minute Spill for a Femme Fatale
It’s Monday! That’s right. Another beginning to another week. And that’s just fine by me. I had a fantastic weekend, despite catching a stomach bug (I wasn’t trying to catch one, I was going after butterflies in the stomach). My best friend Michelle and her husband made it in very late Wednesday night and spent the weekend with us. We went to a couple of stores and I drove them by AT&T Stadium (aka where the cowboys play; aka The Death Star), and on Sunday we went to Medieval Times because neither of them had been there before. They had to leave immediately after but it was fun. And the best part is that my house is almost entirely clean still! It’s mostly just upkeep now. I didn’t accomplish getting ALL the laundry done or my room and bathroom cleaned (the cleaning fairies apparently didn’t like THAT much work) but the rest of the house is awesomely clean and organized. And the male Beastie that had to be neutered is actually doing well and isn’t mad at me. Plus, while I’m still not back to 100% from the stomach bug, my insides don’t feel like they’re liquefying anymore. Total win.
So, a couple of things I missed while I was away from the blog having fun. Apparently today is the big A to Z blog Challenge Theme Reveal. I signed up to do the A to Z Challenge a few months ago. I did it because CJ did it last year and it looked like a lot of fun, and she’s doing it again this year so make sure you visit her site and read her posts. I don’t think I am going to do a theme this year since it’s my first time participating and, as I’m also signed up for a poetry challenge (PoMoSco-Poetry Month Scouts from The Found Poetry Review), I thought it might be too much to try and work around. So, I’m going to play it by ear and see how it goes. The other thing I missed was #1000Speak’s posts on Building From Bullying. So, I am going to try and get a late post in some time in the next week or so. I’ve got some other things that need my attention this week so I’m not sure when exactly I’ll get that post up.
Since it’s Monday that means it’s Monday’s Muse here in my padded cell. Today’s poem is also posted over at Twisted Writers since it’s my day to
try to take over the world write a post there. I am only going to post the poem here but do go over and check out my post. It’s a fun exercise for all writers, not just poets. Its another one from The Practice of Poetry by Robin Behn and Chase Twichell. This exercise is by Rita Dove and is called Ten-Minute Spill. Go check it out and see what happens. It was a lot of fun to do. See my attempt below. Only minor editing, correcting the spelling and punctuation, and some layout fixes.
Hope your Monday is a good one!
by Jesi Scott
She’s one mean mother of a brick house
in her slinky crimson dress and black shoes,
the ones with the needle-sharp heels,
lips done up in that wet blackberry shade-
makes your palms sweat just looking at her.
She smiles that smile just for you
and your mouth goes dry, your heartbeat
trip-hammers a staccato tune
-Chopsticks on a piano.
That waterfall hair cascading down her back
like brown waves into a blood-red ocean,
your fingers itch to tangle in it and drown.
Then, she sighs and says,
“I can be yours if the price is right,”
and she presses her body against you,
promises bright in her voice.
You lick your lips, your mouth dry,
and you know somewhere in the back of your mind,
somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea
…she’s going to make you pay.