His name was Jack, trader & trickster
Of perfumes & tarot cards of death
Carrie was young, dolled in her sister's
grey clothes, carrying basket of baby's breath
They met under bony tree, dire of pears
To exchange a letter sealed by candle wax
With a grin, Jack bowed with gentleman's air
And she smiled, preening feathers & flax
Her purse full, she'll meet him by lodging house
Tomorrow when the night is grey silver
And air is wanton whiskey & roasted grouse-
Jack rides off, salivating with thoughts of glitter
On a flesh cuddly soft as baby
Her swan neck, arching for fool's gold
Wait, what's her name? Jack's brain was hazy
His chest were knives, pressed so cold
With these blackouts, he was lost fish
Palm readings to find his landing, so tragic-
Carrie walked towards the market to buy fish
hooks. Her dagger & cord, ready to work magic
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - You Want It Darker, guest hosted by Lucy. Dark themes in ballad poetry form. Thanks for your visit and comments.
