Monday, March 17, 2008

Want a piece of me?



Carlotta was crystalline; made
of assorted layers and coats,
a sharded shield of misguided protection

One day she'd be sweeter
than jasmine in a springtime bed
and could attract any man she chose

Other days you had to be careful
of the venom she exuded from each pore;
heed her fangs, heed her claws

We never knew what the day would bring
until we saw her enter the room
her eyes would always betray her

First time acquaintances couldn't see
the thorns neath her blue silk chemise
nor did they know the sweet hid the sour

Yet a typical week can allow you the chance
to get a peek at every piece of her soul
to savor all that is Carlotta; as a whole

.............It's you who needs protection

6 comments:

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Like the ending, I actually wasn't expecting it to go that direction. I liked this part a lot:

couldn't see
the thorns neath her blue silk chemise
nor did they know the sweet hid the sour

Michelle Johnson said...

I think Charlotta is the typical creation of woman. She can be sweet and sour in a turn. I too like the ending. I think you've done a nice job with this. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice night.

j.c. montgomery said...

When I read the name Carlotta I immediately thought of Hitchcock. Which of course put me in the perfect frame of mind to read this. Love it!

Jane Doe said...

All I can say is, Wow, that was awesome! Great job!

gautami tripathy said...

I love Carlotta, the eternal woman. I loved this very much.


Constant split into two

paisley said...

believe it or not... i never loose my rosy exterior when i am out in the world... well unless i have been drinking.....

this was a very insightful piece tho... and i cross my fingers in hopes that my path and carlotta's remain far from each other