The tragically beautiful—called by the fearful: femme fatale,
Lives in the eye of love’s storm, calm, away from the strife
She causes, possessing the inner peace of the cruelly beautiful,
Bred to be a mistress, not a friend or a wife.
She may say she is not, but everyone can tell
Beauty made in heaven from beauty made in hell.

The tragically beautiful—loved by the passionate, one and all,
Checks the passion that lives in her soul,
She, the beautiful, immune to the cruelly beautiful,
Is cold, while the fire of her lover’s desire rages out of control.
She may say she is not, but everyone can tell
Beauty made in heaven from beauty made in hell.

She’s tabula rasa; does not write, but is written,
Has no need for depiction, analysis, or signs,
She is their perfection: her thoughts bite; she is never bitten.
She belongs to the sensual: flowers, animals, oceans, wines;
When she moves among the sensual, she is diminished for a spell;
She becomes a landscape: moonlight undulating on the ocean’s swell.

She will pet the small animals; she will seem gentle.
She will emit animal charm exceedingly well;
But do not be fooled, for everyone can tell
Beauty made in heaven from beauty made in hell.

The poet strives for beauty more beautiful than her own,
And he may have lips that she loves to kiss,
But the poet—tragic poet!—cannot make her continually moan
For him. She does not want him all the time. And all he wants is this.




  1. Robert Defrost said,

    May 28, 2015 at 8:55 pm

    The creature is beautiful – but cold as ice. I am too busy to sit around and wait for the thing to thaw. I’d rather have a real live warm woman.

    I once fell in love with an Inca ice-princess but she gave me frostbite…
    She was only good for inspiring flights of poetic fancy (which she would scorn if she ever read them ha ha ha)

  2. thomasbrady said,

    May 28, 2015 at 9:19 pm


    Femme Fatale is such a worn out cliche and the poem doesn’t breathe any new life into it, so we felt some regret publishing this effort. But what the hell, it is what is.

  3. Rob D. Frost said,

    May 28, 2015 at 9:40 pm

    I like it though.
    Poetry and Women [in that exact order] are endlessly fascinating.
    Here is a link to a conversation that touches on those never-ever worn-out cliches. Some topics they talk about are mentioned in your 2 recent poems, both of which I enjoyed reading.
    Apparently the host is the guy who started VICE News:

  4. thomasbrady said,

    May 29, 2015 at 1:08 am

    In defense of poetry on old themes, Pope said it best: “what oft was nought, but ne’er so well expressed.” Today, In the mania to be “new,” poetry is extremely eccentric, but fails to find an audience, because none have thought on what is being written about, ever. Pope’s advice for poetry forgotten, moderns neglect to attempt fine expression on what we all think about. Scarriet aims to correct this. The risk is we sound cliched and frivolous. But the advantages are many, and novelty is still possible starting from what is old.

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