THE INSULT
Her face a mask
Impossible to read
ebony hair, dark as
the early morning gloom
Blood red coat
buttoned to her chin
black leather boots
that kiss her knees
Velvet riding helmut
strapped under her chin
cruel whisper of the crop
as it slashes the air
Leather boots creaking
voicing restless agitation
back, forth and back again
thru the carpet forest
A card on a silver tray
brought by cutaway butler
shredded to hurled confetti
a moment of red rage
Silky shoulders slump
like a deflated ballon
then her arrogant chin lifts
a fox smile on her lips
Janice Kuykendall
April 15, 2012
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