by Jane Rodway
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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This is the first in a series of Jack the Ripper poems I wrote based the idea that he was a painter. I also wrote it to show the side of the victims.
Dip the brush in the red
spread it across her
slash her lips the same crimson,
a whore's shade.
Oh, what a pretty necklace
you gave her with your
Her flesh a mass of peach tones,
a clump of black for her
curly bedroom hair.
She is sprawled before you
on an unmade bed,
her soul on your canvas,
her blood on your hands.
your hunting ground,
The artist has looked into the abyss
knowing full well as a student
of human nature that the abyss
would look into him-
he can smell the paints that
cover his hands and clothes
and pretend that it's not the
smell of death and the color
Tomorrow is another day,
the fog will fall on these
grey, rainy streets and the
darkness will hide these
shadows and struggles,
but not even the sounds of the street
and passing carriages
could ever drown out
the wails and moans,
the departing steps
of the artist at work.
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A thought that makes one shudder: Jack the Ripper thinking of his obsession as a work of art. Vivid imaginiation put to words.
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|TOO good!! Brrrrrr!!! On the other hand, I love a good thriller. . .and you have done one up. . .red!! 'Pea' <3|
|Reviewed by Chanti Niven
|You have painted a most vivid picture with this one. I found it to be so eerie and real.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent offering Michelle!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Brilliantly crafted Michelle,ensuring the reader looks forward to more. Well done!
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Great fic/fact intent.. Intelligently done too. Some don't have any skill let alone poetic to write like this. Albeit far from plumb, but like your fun, playing with anglo history..Please tell what has this got to do with ny pedophiles????
But more to the point. The prince..Nope, Dr nope, Artist lolol.
Only real person, not on anyones money is infact a Dr Francis J. Tumblety, who was 56 Years old, an American 'quack' doctor, who was arrested in November 1888 for offences of gross indecency, no suprise, and fled the country later the same month, having obtained bail at a very high price, as money spoke in England in those times in much the way it does in America..OJ, MJ etc, etc etc...
But do enjoy adding other old funny theories..Or new!! They could be added to the London dungeon for more tourists attractions.. They need it after 7/7
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Chilling! Effective! If I have nightmares, I'm blaming yew. :) Dang, but this is strongly imaged and written. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|WOW, Michelle, this is spectacular!! Take a bow! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Stunning work! I have always wanted to do SOMETHING about that bastard myself, but it seems something always gets in the way. This is very artistic and horrible and . . . right on the money most likely. Another site I visit has someone writing a novel about the ripper and it is a female. Can't go that. had to be a man. Oh, yes, it seems New York is eat of with stupidity when it comes down to punishing pedophiles. Good luck on getting that changed.|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|A KiLLer poem! A therapeutic canvas wisely turned easel to the sunlight, phasing out the Jack darkness. Nice word painting, Michelle.