A Sting In The Tale

A Sting In The Tale

A Poem by Miss Iscariot

Slipping, slippage, silver slipper,

Show me the marks of those that whipped her.

I’ve found the darkness,

I’ve found the beast,

That slumbering giant,

My mind the feast.

A children’s rhyme

For reaping time,

A silly little mime,

My dear, I’m fine.

And when I cut and scratch and bite,

These thoughts get jumbled, mumbled, oh so trite.

We try and we try to stay in one piece,

While stumbling, tumbling, crack and crease.

You picked me up and held me,

Begged me not to dart,

And how did I repay you?

A jagged barb through the heart.

And now as you lay dying, you question why,

My love, you knew I was poison

Yet you still walked by.

© 2011 Miss Iscariot


Author's Note

Miss Iscariot
Just to clear up something, a lot of people have been asking me about the last line (Yet you still walked by)and how it contradicts the lines slightly earlier on ('You picked me up and held me' etc) but the last line doesn't necessarily mean that by 'walking by' the person left, I picture it more as the person approaching opposed to turning away at the start.
Hope my garbled explanation helped. :)

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Miss Iscariot
Miss Iscariot

Taranaki, New Zealand



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