Poppet

Maliciousness falls in a toxic seasoning
upon fragile head of little poppet whose
untainted effigy freshly picked simmers
in a stew of negligence.

Violence delivered upon her pallid flesh
harshly decreed by the loathsome giants,
whose barbaric stride crush her body
beneath putrid ocher feet.

The reek of long festering decay drops ominously
from these ogres' damaged brains. Eyes blank,
jaws clenching teeth, and fists balled in unwelcome
approach, the nightmarish realities lurch forward ...

Destruction their agenda.

copyright©2010Kristina Russell
5, August 2010

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is another old work submitted prior to the crash. Once I've recompiled I will begin to submit new works. To those of you who have read this and the old ones to follow I apologize and for any new readers thanks for reading and any critique you may have. Regards, Mistress Obi Wan ( Katplath) Feb. 2011

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

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Country/Region: USA

Comments

Needs redemption

Fight back! These people are weak in themseles to abuse someone so. Tell them so.
Use harsh, violent vengeful language if it helps,

Oh, I fogot to mention

brilliant use of language.I just read all your poems and you are brilliant!
but I say again, fight back, He is the weak person, you are the survivor.