Black Petals Issue #98 Winter, 2022

S. Wiseman-Rose: Exquisite Corpse-Villanelle

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Worm Food-Fiction by Michael Dority
Bells in the Woods-Fiction by Richard Brown
The Smiling Dead-Fiction by Guido Eekhaut
Beneath-Fiction by Samantha Brooke
The Reality Engine-Fiction by M.T. Johnson
Bug-Fiction by David Starobin
The Family Upstairs-Fiction by Ally Schwam
Hoola-Fiction by Lamont A. Turner
The Barber Shop-Fiction by Roy Dorman
On the Corner of 15th and Jackson-Fiction by Kat Vatne
Prisoners-Fiction by Paul Lee
Twinkles-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Party-Time Trio-Flash Fiction by Hillary Lyon
Shadowed Soul-Flash Fiction by Jess Boaden
5G Generation-Poem by Joseph Danoski
Creature of Habit-Poem by Joseph Danoski
Joe Schmoe & Jayne Doe-Poem by Joseph Danoski
The World-Poem by S. Wiseman-Rose
Exquisite Corpse-Villanelle-Poem by S. Wiseman-Rose
Edwardian-Poem by S. Wiseman-Rose
Bloody Fingers-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Pathway Down-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Another Red Nightmare-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
The Avenue of Pines (Re-visited)-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Lover's Meadow-Poem by Brielle Amick
Scarecrow in Female-Poem by Meg Smith
Regards to Buzzards-Poem by Meg Smith
Failed Conjuring-Poem by Meg Smith
Missing Among Wildflowers-Poem by Meg Smith
Lords of Extinction-Poem by Meg Smith

Exquisite Corpse – Villanelle

S. Wiseman-Rose


Catching a glimpse of myself reflected      

In a blue bathroom stall, surprise recourse.   
I just stood there, blurred and thus perfected.

An impressionists painting erected    

Dream beauty in shimmering liquid force

The Delphic diviner detected

And I looked at the lips, so neglected
          They have pleaded and have screamed the throat hoarse
          How could my heart go on unselected?

I gaze at the eyes, soul unprotected

Leading, cajoling you into their source

 Furious, callous and disaffected

This visage surrounds a mind so invested

In fighting to free and to self-endorse

            Sick with antipathy; rage infested



Then I saw the mirror, the truth projected

The timeless Degas instantly morphs

My dreams and impressions all dissected

An effigy of an exquisite corpse

Sophia Wiseman-Rose was born in the USA, to a literary and musical family, and spent most of her life in the UK. She has studied medicine and the arts and is a mother of 4 grown, beautiful, children. She is currently a Paramedic, an Episcopal Nun and a poet. 

She has written for online blog On Holy Ground and Kings Poetry Society, Kings College London.

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