Sunday, November 26, 2006

Arch Nemesis

Hatred in her gypsy dark eyes,
she curses me
when she passes
in a language she doesn't know
I understand.

She lies about me
to everyone in town,
graffitti's the bridge
with hatred of me.

She
sticks pins in a voodoo doll
with my name on it,
brews evil potions for me.

She hates me so much
but can't remember why.


Arch Nemesis for Sunday Scribblings



3 comments:

my backyard said...

Interesting twist at the end that "she can't remember why."

I'll bet there are lots of cases like that.

Bruja Bella said...

I agree...people toss around the words "I hate him/her/that" and half the time they don't even recognise that their feelings aren't hate at all. Instead sometimes they just don't like something, or even resemble someone or something else too closely to be comfortable when it is put under the microscope.

I liked the mystique of your verse.

paris parfait said...

Wonderful ending to your poem - and yes, people are so careless and quick to judge others and blame them for whatever's wrong.