The Promise

Dressed in a French silk suit,
she finally feels
the flies buzzing round her head.

Yes, she may be lord of all,
but mistress of nothing,
an apple with a hollow core.

All hush round the table,
smelling the food set before them,
as she smiles with secret delight.

Ann M. DeVenezia's questions:

1. Is there enough here to convey an image?

2. Does the title work to create suspense?

3. Does the subtle allusion detract from the meaning?

4. What I really want to know is if the poem carries any meaning for you?