Guest Poet Ann M. DeVenezia
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.
April, 2002
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?
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