Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill

This poem is a continuation of my earlier poem, Plotting a Murder: The Trap (https://wp.me/p73yZZ-42S), posted on December 14, 2018.  I reproduced the earlier poem at the end of this one.

The saga continues, trap was set and baited,

We gave a free run of the place to the usurpers.

To a long planned vacation we went,

Alas, days had passed and still no carcass. Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill”

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Plotting a Murder : The Trap

Vanishing food from the bowl

Happy that he was eating well

Till I saw some morsels in a corner

Arranged nicely in a row in perfect order Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : The Trap”

My mistress, till death do us part

Away, come away:

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ – W.B.Yeats

Seducing me at every step

From the moment of grand entrance

Alluring mistress are you

Promising to keep me company

Till death do us part

I fell into your trap many a times

Weak of mind in moments such

Seduction irresistible to come away with you

Dreams of afterlife, mysterious unknown beckoned

How must you be disappointed with my betrayal

But my sensuous mistress you did know

I have promised myself to someone else

To life, with all the sufferings and pain

I have promised my heart and soul

And when the time comes, as promised

I will leave this body to you

Till death do us part

My mistress

You are no mystery to me

I embrace you with open arms

Death, my eternal mistress

Let me go away on my terms


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Thirteen