In the spirit of Halloween, how about a poem about the French Revolution? It is about as scary as I will manage (I am a big wimp–I don’t do monsters or ghosts). This one goes out to Mr. Maximilien Robespierre, the famous French revolutionary and Jamie’s not-so-secret love. Who can blame her–he was said to have greenish skin and didn’t even like food or bedding the ladies! Just writing that gets my pulse racing!
I primped and powdered
My face, my neck, my breasts
For the King, the Queen, the visiting aristocrats.
La reine patted my little hand.
From my suitors, pearls caressed my neck
Because I never let a man
And his sharp touch
Split the skin.