The Final Moments of Mata Hari As they pointed all their weapons at her dressed in their great winter coats one day Her thoughts turned to all of her boys back in those Parisian nights so gay As they pulled back their bolts ready for action She was still trying to look her best flicking a creepie crawlie from their target her traitorous chest As they waited to discharge their shot She looked for a moment Quiet scared then wrinkled her nose in defiance while into their eyes she just stared When she felt the ammo enter her which each shuddering little death She gave a nervous kind of a giggle and one final victorious last breath.
A Preparation ‘May I Lord?’ she asked . Before pouring Amber Myrrh oil Across his salt and sand Tanned feet ‘Such waste’ one amongst them muttered. ‘The cicadas know more than you.’ She said, unbraiding her hair.
BERNARD PEARSON: His work appears in many publications, including: Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a Biographer, novelist, and Prize winning short story writer.