M.J. Lemon

Venom - Poem by M.J. Lemon

Rocco and Sandy
were free spirits and
the people next door knew
that's what Sandy told them

They were a couple

They played for years traveled all
the world that was worth seeing and then moved
in, Rocco and Sandy
she kept her pet constrictor on ice
in the freezer because his free spirit
was too much
for anyone around
to handle

She talked to Rocco in a voice
that bled into the walls of the neighbour's place
the place across the lane

A voice that carved its
meaning into a being
with a purpose that seemed to be to drown out
the vacuum cleaner
or construction workers who might be
jackhammering somewhere on the block

Sandy made sure the dog
was walked and groomed
and when both were home
that the vegetables got chopped
at four
for dinner
at six
Certain days were always for laundry
others for cleaning props and sorting
costume jewelry

one day before Easter
all of Rocco turned as hard and cold as
the snake
found both Rocco and the antifreeze
in the shed

The other surprise came one Sunday when
Sandy became the one to keep
tradition alive by asking next door
for the orange juice to
go with the Southern Comfort and vodka
and Blue

they were a real couple

Topic(s) of this poem: death, life, real life

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Venom by M.J. Lemon

  • Susan Williams (6/19/2017 2:53:00 PM)

    And here I thought we've had some odd neighbors- -these two sound barely housebroken on one hand and then sound so rigid and narrow and chained to their ruts on the other hand..... If I lived next door to the survivor, I think I would sell and get out of harm's way even if I had to sell at a FINANCIAL loss. This is a very disturbing look at a couple- -disturbing but fascinating to see a victimizer at work. and perhaps the victimized had the last word... like I said, this is a totally fascinating murder/suicide mystery! 10! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Simone Inez Harriman (6/2/2017 9:55:00 PM)

    What an odd couple. So much to think about and take in with this one. A fascinating write. I felt a little sorry for the snake though, an innocent victim, just being a snake doing what a snake does. (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (6/3/2017 9:07:00 AM)

    Thank you, Simone! Yes, I remember that snake and every time I think about it I, too, feel sorry. In some ways that creature is the metaphor for so much that happened with R and S.

  • Bri Edwards (3/22/2017 7:07:00 PM)

    so, was it murder or suicide? i think suicide. my wife brought home a six-pack of antifreeze the other day. i asked why? since we have no vehicle. she just smiled and said i'll leave it in the shed.

    oh, i'm reading comments. blue? i think of green for antifreeze, blue for windshield wiper liquid. i prefer green, ............but i COULD try blue. i think brake fluid is red; never tried it.

    though i miss a Poet's Notes, i see one, of sorts, in your response to Terry. i'm glad you allowed yourself to change some details.

    to MyPoemList. (keep in mind, i'm crazy)

    bri :)

    this could be me:

    (talking to my mate)

    She talked to Rocco in a voice
    that bled into the walls of the neighbour's place
    the place across the lane

    A voice that carved its
    meaning into a being.................NICE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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    Mj Lemon (3/23/2017 11:47:00 AM)

    Hi Bri,
    How are you? How goes everything? Well, this is, as I mentioned in some of my responses, based on actual events. It was, at least the way we learned, a sad, unfortunate suicide....Happened so long ago, so this is based more on those distant memory fragments.

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/16/2017 4:50:00 AM)

    People next door. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (2/16/2017 11:14:00 AM)

    ....based on memories from a long time ago. Thanks so much, Edward.

  • (1/10/2017 11:27:00 PM)

    Very clever ending ;)
    I loved this narrative piece...It drew me in and kept reading a tale laced with venom.
    Very clever that ending...orange juice to go with the Southern Comfort and vodka and Blue... that's the ingredients for cocktails I'm familiar with...the blue and southern _crew... and I guess that was Rocco's ending.
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    Mj Lemon (1/11/2017 10:54:00 AM)

    Thank you so much, Sister Frances. Yes, there was so much venom in the lives of these two people.I found a certain irony in that cocktail. Thanks again.

  • Terry Craddock (1/9/2017 9:32:00 PM)

    Rocco and Sandy were definitely an attraction, did anyone sell tickets, were they good neigbours and good friends, I guess a little on the loud side until Rocco got into the antifreeze, makes me wonder what they left in the wake of their world travels? (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (1/10/2017 12:11:00 PM)

    Thanks so much, Terry. Rocco and Sandy were indeed unique. I did change a few details, but this is based on a true story that took place some time ago. Like you, I wonder and think about them at times. Thanks again.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 9, 2017

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 18, 2017

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