Lady Macbeth

Lady Macbeth washed her hands
cleaner than Pontius Pilate
with a new improved, bio-enzyme
oxy-bursting, 99.9% germ-scouring
recommended by dermato-logists
scented with rose attar
oils from Arabia
and spermaceti soothing
unguents from long dead whales.

She’s going to the nail bar
for a manicure and application
of semi-permanent, diamond-
tipped, acrylic base-coated
in red blood enamel.

She’ll scratch
and etch rich tattoos
on her husband’s back
with every orgasm, he will shudder
with pain and delight
He’ll soon forget long, dark nights
bewitched by ghosts and ambition.

MacbethHands1Keith Ikeda

 

 

 

 

 

(Image by Keith Ikeda-Barry)

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2 Comments

Filed under Alternative Herstories, Feminism, Poem

2 responses to “Lady Macbeth

  1. I particularly like the ending… a bit of a surprise too

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  2. Vivid, stark, I could feel the fingernails! Ouch.

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