Mourning: 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.

Tell me about the widow

Dressed in black lace,

Fangs dripping with bloody rouge.

A heartless predator

Claiming another victim.

But she loved him.

Adoring his tiny, tan frame

And the smattering of freckles decorating his back.

A deficit Mars to her lethal Venus.

She loved him,

So fiercely she

Dices 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, a hopeless romantic,

Returns to her web.

Waiting for another to love.

XOXO, Michaela

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