By Tricia Marcella Cimera
On the banks of the Loch Ness
the murderer Ian sees
the Monster watching
from the black-water edge.
Ian is not fearful —
he’s just killed his mistress
(cried like a bairn)
and blood fills his heart,
his face a gray rock,
cold as a grave.
Nothing but a killer.
He rushes at the creature
with his knife held high,
lips pulled back —
and gets thrown
like a pebble
into the deep lake
by the Monster,
her long neck
a silver scythe
arcing through
the dark Scottish night.
Later, she will find Ian
black-water bloated —
she will glide smoothly by.
Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Her work appears in many diverse places — from the Buddhist Poetry Review to the Origami Poems Project. Her poem ‘The Stag’ won first place honors in College of DuPage’s 2017 Writers Read: Emerging Voices contest. Tricia lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox / with a Poetry Box in her front yard.
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Powerful poem. I was thinking of both. Who is monster here Loch Ness or Ian. The contrast is superb. Thank you for sharing. Regards n best wishes
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Thank you so much!
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