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The Lady in Black

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IDryad
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Poetry Contest

Your take on 'The Lady in Black'
What does this title mean to you? Listening to Uriah Heep's version of this title (song) might help.
A poem of any length, please title it, no collaborations, must be new writes and two entries per poet.


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IDryad
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she wafts with scents
of exotic flowers
feral eyes watching
lusting for the one
she will harvest
that night....

-not an entry-

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William Colten Sorrells
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IDryad
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0bs3ss3dp0ss3ss3d, thank you for your entry.

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Carrie

She skulks
Feral slant to her hip
Ruby bit of salty taste still dangling from lip
Wipes the rememberence off daintly with the back of her gloved hand

Was a good man...
She smirks at the ironic thought....

Good for nothing but a snack
She thinks out loud....
I sure as fuck got him off.....
Giving her vermillion lips a lick and a smack

Unnnn, just had a man...echoes the cheerleader from the school restroom in her mind
Even way back then she sensed she was not the obliging kind

She had seen the girls on their knees, pseudo smiles on wavering lip
Their triumph short lived
As the quarterback unipologetically shook off what they had considered such a fine gift

Her mother had glared, spoke of hellfire associated with that kind of play
And she had suffered her burning prophesy between white virgin legs
Feeling the sharp heat of Satan by soft candle light
She plunged crucifix into self long hot night after night

She considers the long unraveling of time that had twisted her to this state
As her eyes roll towards black tress from the hunger for more
Her pointed ears lift as they alert her to the slow creak of alley door
And gude her to her next bon bouche
Be damned his fate.....

But like mama taught....
She'd be nobody's whore
Rather have him on her plate

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Thank you Calamitygin, for your entry.

dustyjjewels
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The Mysterious Messenger

She strolled in at the eleventh hour
Calm and elegant
She possessed an aura of power
Her stare addressed my wants

Not a single word was uttered
Like she could read my mind
She told me of the plans I've mustered
All my deeds she outlined

For I have been hurt so bad
My soul was void of rest
She spoke in a voice so hard
About the vanity in the vengeance I quest

She was a messenger of peace
Of love and reconciliation
But I never wanted any of this
They created this ugly situation

Two wrongs don't make a right
She spoke as she gazed profoundly
Deep into my eyes
And something melted within me

The efficacy of her utterance
Could not be denied
Peace really stood a chance
If only I'd drop my pride

She looked at me closely
Studying my every move
And smiled convincingly
When she saw my grudge removed

A sudden peace came over me
I bent my head and mourned
By the time I was done with sobbing
The mysterious messenger was gone

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IDryad
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Dustyjjewels, thank you for your entry.

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her smile a gash of red
her eyes glittering gold
walking the streets
on the ancient trade

men buy not to consummate
a fantasy with the lady in black
but to hold the impossible beauty
just for a trembling moment

--not an entry--

J_J_Jay_Jr
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Lady in Black

When I saw this topic listed as a Competition, I immediately thought of a poem I wrote some time ago.  I have revised a section of that much longer poem to allow it to stand alone and be entered in the Competition.  Here is the link to that longer poem = https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/240717-equinox/              
             
             
My flight was late,    
It was nearly dark.    
   
A car pulled up in front of me at Passenger Pick-Up.              
                  
The front passenger door swung open.              
             
A voice,          
Deeper,          
Richer,          
Than I remembered,          
Angry,          
Commanded,                  
"Get in!"              
             
She drove,  
Quickly,  
Dangerously,  
In silence.              
             
I stared;              
Barely recognizing her.              
                  
Longer hair,              
Red,              
So dark it was nearly black,              
Hid most of her face.              
             
A bare glimpse,              
Of lips,  
Tight,  
Clenched,           
Colored,              
To match,              
The red/black,              
Of her hair.              
             
Pearl white skin,              
That nearly glowed,              
Iridescent,            
Resplendent.            
               
Breasts,              
My God,              
I am certain,              
I would have remembered those.              
                    
Deeply plunging neckline,          
Cleavage that showed the edge of her nipples,              
Pressing against the fabric,              
Clearly erect.              
                    
Her dress,              
A deep,              
Dark,              
Red,              
So near to black,              
That I was uncertain,              
Of its true shade.              
                  
It flowed,              
Hugged,        
Caressed,        
Her body,              
As if it were a living layer of skin,        
Fondling her own skin.              
                  
Her arms,              
Were covered,              
With red/black lace gloves,              
From above her elbows,              
Down to her fingers,              
Yet not covering,      
Exposing,      
Her fingers themselves.              
             
Her nails,              
Sharply pointed,              
Polished,              
Red/black,            
Shimmered,            
In the car's darkness.            
                    
The dress,              
Was slit up well above her waist,                    
To where it was,              
Held with a silver chain,            
Just under her breasts.              
                    
And, yet, the fabric,              
Stayed close to her body,              
Embracing,      
Cuddling it.              
                    
While she drove,              
Her movements,                  
Bared,    
Her leg,            
Her thigh,            
Her hip,            
Revealing,                 
More of her,              
Pearl white glowing skin,              
And a glimpse,              
Of red/black pubic hair;              
As if the fabric,              
Willed it so.              
                    
On my part,              
Watching her was,              
An instant erection,              
So hard,                    
It was painful,              
And accompanied by,                  
Swelling,            
Readiness,            
In my balls.                  
                    
The ride may have been long,              
Or maybe it was short,                    
I don’t remember.              
             
What I do remember,            
After we arrived,            
Is another,            
Longer story.            
 
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eswaller
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All In Black

Killer curves with the lady dressed in all black
And her dark raven hair. Her lips are lined with
Fire engine red lipstick. Your life, both off track
And off kilter is in her hands. Darling, her myth
Like appearance and essence has your tongue
Tied in knots. You beg for her mercy and
Forgiveness. She has always been among
The wild horses. She grips it all in her hand
And lets it all float within the wind. Fire,
Destruction, and every unturned gravestone
Lay at her feet. Do not be fooled by her desire
To be calm because she will have you blown
To pieces with just one look. Every calculated
Move will bring war that can never be won.
In the darkness she is poised and has waited
For this perfect moment. She will always run
Like the winter storm that has become a part
Of who she is. She has found us like
A huntress hunting for her prey like the smart
One she is and it will be a perfect strike.
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IDryad
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J_J_Jay_Jr and eswaller, thank you for your respective entry.

crowfly
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The Bride Wore Black

She stands whispering above him
A tender recollection, the gift of tears
The placement of a rose as she kneels
She murmurs "adieu" and turns to leave
The wedding bells sounding in her thoughts
The dreams of a bride dressed in black
Standing alone
Memento mori
An echo in stone.

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IDryad
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crowfly, thank you for your entry.

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