where there was a cat
in the lily watching, whiskers a spoon
dripping nectar red as noon
under the shapeless moon.
a glass of black,
of the wine that always comes back,
poured it out while the lily-cat purred,
nearly slurred the calling word;
burnishing the teeth it brings
from the place where no bell rings,
sour cloudsmoke and venom on her own stolen wings.
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Challenge: Words Count with Mama Zen
The terse and talented Mama Zen asks us to tackle the subject of Voodoo, in 73 words or less. Of course, with me, there is no 'less,' only many more littering the cyber-floor, but I believe I have pared it down to the requirements.
(Apologies to Karin Gustafson, who saw the cat in the lily, which I have flagrantly appropriated.)
Image Credits: Theft of Substance, by Remedios Varo
Public domain via wikipaintings.org
Lily Cat, © joyannjones 2013