I Am the Helpless, Wingéd Fly

A poem about false, poisonous love.

I am the helpless, wingéd fly whose thirst

For nectar draws me close to your steel cell

Where once imprisoned, death drapes me; the first

I’m not to fall before your binding spell.

For many men in vain your kiss pursued

But sadly, your false kiss bore life’s mishap

With slumberous poison in your chasms brewed

You marred their hearts for you’re the Venus trap,

The beast whose luring nectars lovers draw,

Tormentor whose first weapon is your sweets,

Whose second is the power of your jaw,

And all the poison that your heart secretes!

    Of your dark deeds, to others, I’ll impart

    So they won’t be allured to your black heart!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[D. T. Wine]

I love a biting faux-love poems... "So they won't be allured to your black heart!"...great capture of vengeance upon the false lover....a great metaphor of a poem.

-D.T. Wine

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you.

[Angel]

A lesson for us all...what is sweet and alluring is often poisonous in so many ways...and a pretty face can hide a dark heart...

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you. Beauty, can indeed hide a dark heart, and one must always be careful.

[icelandicblue]

Very well put...from blinding spell to the snap of her jaw it resonates with the darkness of her heart where each well chosen word beats in perfect meter. Many beside the fly have fallen for such sweetness only to meet a similar fate. A very impressive poem.

[Sami Khalil]

"Within death’s abyss. You’re the Venus trap,

The beast whose luring nectars lovers draw,

Tormentor whose first weapon is your sweets,"

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I've never understood insects' desire to be drawn the things that will most assuredly result in their death. It's the same pattern, over and over again. You would think their own protective mechanisms will cause them to adapt and stay away from the danger. Alas! It's a repetitive cycle of life and death, mother nature at her finest. Well done!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much. I've, too, always wondered the same thing. I guess the desire for sweetness and bliss is much stronger than the desire to stay safe, much like false love today. A lot of people are drawn solely by beauty of the face, but not by the heart. That's not to say one mustn't love beautiful people, but it's to say that one mustn't always put beauty before a person's inner qualities.

[Rita L. Sev]

Bam! Well done in sonnet style, Gleb! The fly's desire for something sweet is going to be his downfall someday... ;)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

It sure will, as it always will...it's nature. Thank you for your kind words.

[MsJewel]

Great use of metaphor and imagery in this wonderfully creative poem. Truly a delight to read!

:) Julie

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much. It was a delight to write and share it too.

[Dr. Wood ?]

all false love can be poisonous and you give a great account of it here Gleb, likening it to the Spider and her inescapable web

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you. Yes, spiders and webs can pertain to false love, but in this case, it's a harmless fly and a vicious Venus fly trap.

[Dr. Wood ?]

sorry for the misinterpretation sir, I must be tired...Thanks

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Misinterpretation, in my opinion, is actually very healthy, in terms of reading and writing poetry. I'm glad you stopped by to read this poem. Thanks so much.

[Dr. Wood ?]

well you will find that I am a champion when it comes to misunderstanding....Thanks Back

[Gleb Zavlanov]

:D. Your humor shines in both your poems and conversations.

[Sami Khalil]

I like the imagery of a black hearts or charred ones for they evoke so many dark imagery and to add poison to that denoted all the hatred and so forth...A powerful poem...Bravo........

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)................