Sinister Crimson

Sinister Crimson

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Within this crimson,
opalescent phial entwined
with metallic vine slumbers
death's grim visage.

A few drops
laced in wine or tea
produces sinister
searing agony.

To be used so
only in greatest
to avoid discovery
of secrets harbored.

I tuck the phial away.

He never knew
how close he was to
agonizing death
by my hand.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

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oh...chills *shivers*

Posted 8 Years Ago

AhThat is why when someone is poisoned it is always a woman Men never think first they always act then pay for it later .Wheras a woman will plan it out execute it and blame the ex girlfriend lol

Posted 8 Years Ago

Oh my .. is that how Christmas makes you feel, Judy! Whether or not this is you trying to erase deep feelings or just a passing whim, it's pretty dark. In fact if you were a piece on a chessboard, you'd be lost on the black squares. Thinking again, love, this different 'tone of voice' is refreshing coz you've turned the tables on your fans - in the nicest way, of course!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Hey did anyone order a party in here?
Hey great work desserves great music.
And lucky you we have arrived Sister Christian.

Were taking requests.
Hit it Groovesmen!

The noise fills the room outta tune as usal
Ohhh Mandy why did leave me here playing with mister handy.

Hey folks dont forget we'll be playing uncle chesters basement party no kids allowed due to some laws

thank you and goodnight

Bobby Oh Shea Has left the page.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very strong "voice" and a sure command of both the language and (clearly) in refraining from administering the sinister liquid to "He." Spare and sure, this poem is both evocative and elegant in it's brevity, it does not fail to convince the reader that the writer 's power in this situation can be actualized at any moment. Very sinister and masterly. Reminds me of the scenes is C.W. Gortner's novel, "The Confessions of Cathrerine de Medici," where she contemplates a simialr vial-- with no less power than Judy Ponceby has in this poem. Very well done!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very grim poem with lots of good imagery,like.... metallic vine.Good work.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Yikes--where did my review go---if you see it twice, its because the first one seems to have disappeared--So--I am with Muse on this one--you have a dark and devilish side to you which I love to see, especially when the writing is as good as this is--great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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. scary ... truly scary ...
. superbly written ...

Posted 8 Years Ago

I'm always in awe of your vocab Judy, this was an entertaining read.

Posted 8 Years Ago

The power of life and death, held in your hand. A dark, but interesting write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on October 23, 2011
Last Updated on October 24, 2011


Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH

I am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..


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