A Meditation on Love

Note: This poem was part of an assignment for my poetry class. It's inspired by and responds to a fellow classmate's poem.



A Meditation on Love

There is a widow, 

Glossy and black.

Crimson staining her delicate mouth.

A callous predator

Claiming her victim.


But she loved him.

Adored his tiny, tan frame

And the smattering of freckles 

Dancing across his back.


Loved him so fiercely she

Diced him into tiny cubes,

Spooning him into her mouth.

So that when their children are born,

He is the first thing they know.


And she,

Swollen with the fruits of her love,

Returns to her web.



XOXO, Michaela

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