Tess the Fool

 
The moon shines hot, the sun beams cool.
Thick breeze tangos
Cross her toes.
The blue grass sings for Tess, the fool,
For her frolic
And her woes.
 
“She’s no account! She’s but a pawn!”
Pale, pink
Naked ladies sigh.
“Let's play awhile, and then move on!”
They will seek
Fresh tears to ply.
 
Tess crouches aside a buttered stump.
A red gnat
Buzzes up her nose.
The roar and growl of flutterbies
Stuffs her eyes
With honeyed prose.
 
A vain-proud roach slides up her thigh.
Tess watches him
Moan and bluster.
“Stupid child, I’ll watch you cry,
Then munch your
Bones for supper.”
 
The sun shines warm, the moon beams cool.
Branch water
Kisses her toes.
The blue grass sings for Tess, the fool,
For her fancy
And
Her
...................... Pleasure.

©Naomi Marshall 2017