When Life Hands You A Stem Kiss It Full Of Blooms~

It was of course the blue moon

that slid into Horse's mouth

spread itself like ribbons around his vocal chords

gave his tongue just the right tweak

to puff an expletive with plumes of white breath into the air

that made Girl reflex back

and curve around to give him side eye

her wing hands made of incomplete white paper skin

tight in dark mane

strong thighs honed by decades of pirouettes and ronde de jambes

a deep press into his body

she arched one dark brow

"Horse, did you just say son of a b***h?"

and horse whinnied and pursed his mouth

"Of course not, horses do not have the capacity for human speech."

Girl just smiled

and pressed her cheek into his neck

her ribs' embrace

edging his spine

taut belly a pulse against the beat of his hooves

through the midnight snow flakes

 

It was of course the blue moon

that anthropomorphized Horse just enough

to bend his knees to straw

to lay his body against Girl

to rest his jaw upon her shoulder

to ask

"What is that and why are you so focused on it?"

Girl leaned her brow against his muzzle

"You know if anyone else took such liberties with my shoulder they'd be eating my fist."

Horse rolled one black eye to the reflect of a blue moon dripping across the sky

"You did not answer my question, tough girl."

"Well horse, this is a portable DVD player and the movie you are interrupting is Inglorious B******s."

and Horse said

"Give me some popcorn, I will watch it with you."

 

It was of course the blue moon that turned Horse into a film critic

who simply would not shut up

until Girl closed her eyes and leaned deep into the pocket of his warmth

between the neck and the jaw

"Tired, Girl?"

"Yes, Horse."

and of course it was the blue moon

that moved Horse to smooth her hair with his cheek

and rest his chin on her rising

falling breastbone

"What is that?"

Horse inclined his head to look between the swelling of human breasts

and Girl shrugged

"It is Life and Death."

"It doesn't belong there."

"No it doesn't but it is what it is Horse."

"Tell me, girl, how often do you annoy people shrugging everything off with that altruistic statement."

"The answer to that would be why would I care?  Now let's Zen."

"You are a strange Girl."

"And you are a strange Horse."

 

And of course it was the blue moon

that took a moment from the world

to wrap around a Horse and his Girl

in a stable

in an unassuming moment

and just before dawn hit the farm with everydays

Horse bit the edge of plastic tubing

and like a whisper

slid the thick steel of the needle from between Girl's breasts

"What is this? Are you taking both Life and Death from me?"

"Yes."  Horse bit the tubing and flicked the hard metal point of pain with his tongue

into a corner

"And what now?"

"Close your eyes and go to sleep, Girl."

"You get away with so much because I love you, Horse."

 

It was of course the blue moon in her final drop

that gave Horse what he asked for

though in turn unwrapped itself from his vocal chords

and reshaped his tongue more equine and acceptable to a world

that lacks the capacity to really grasp the miracles

fluctuating at the periphery of meta~consciousness

and Horse took what he asked for between his teeth

slipped the dew kissed stem of it into the hole of the vein between Girl's breasts

the blossoms of the blue rose

dreaming through her skin

into her heart

 

Life is good

thought Horse

and put his head in the cradle of Girl's arms .  . . .

the new year paused at exactly 6am

to stop and take a look at what Blue Moon had done

and it hiccupped a slight bend of a bow smile

reality flexed inward

time lost its focus

the new year placed the moment into a soap bubble

a Girl and a Horse

elapsed in a snow globe

on a mantle

by a sea

 

 

copyright:2010vssmd/pa.inc

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

 

 

excerpt from The Surreal Stalks And Times Of A GutterGirl~

 

release date: August 28th, 2010 at bookstores and online~

Author's Note

~here is a girl with a terminal illness who has taken the myth of her culture and wrapped it around everydays~ in her worlds animals talk and are warm and alive~ here there is no death or dreary sickness from chemical IV coctails~ here there is only a dimesional shift of the slightest degree but just enough to permit girl the luxury of dying wrapped in the fantastical worlds we forget with maturity~

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

wow, this is really stirring stuff, and you've painted wonderful portraits of two very interesting characters, in one very cool poem.
You did not answer my question, tough girl."
"Well horse, this is a portable DVD player and the movie you are interrupting is Inglorious B******s."
and Horse said
"Give me some popcorn, I will watch it with you."
now those were some very neat words. great write!!

[Nancy S.]

saving the critique and compliments, for surely you've already heard them all by now, princess...

this makes me cry... for the sadness of it, and for the joy...
hugs, my heart~

[Awdures]

Thoughtful and written in such a way that it makes the reader think and empathise with these words. Again you paint the lament so beautifully as if looking at a well crafted watercolour.

[RTB]

that was very original and creative ur writeing had a deeper perpose and i liked the idea of it the sadness mixed with a fantastic outer layer of life to where most pple wont c in ther life good write

[Larry Dyson]

loved the word plays and combinations doing a alliteration and color play all at once..it evoked a swirl of colored elipses..for the background..loved the banter between horse and girl//"if you werent who you are id never"....really great piece...

[dovetailer]

we all live in a world...take the space and the breath given us and live each day as if there no end of days...we waste our life as if it is eternal...that we...like God...will walk hand-in-hand into eternity...then one day we come face-to-face with our mortality...and we realize the truth...and realize now life must be wisely spent...pointless seen are the angers and affronts of the past...behind us the indignance afforded those who feel that to spew their anger and venom on the past is their right and privilege...
Now we see life as today and the time we are blessed with ahead...we let go of anger and value each moment...savor each love...treasure each friend...gird up our loins and face what life brings...life does not change...life has no heart...no way to care for your pain...no concern for your struggle...sometimes we need to pull out the needle...so to speak...just to lie in the arms of those we love...a respite from the battles we face...because tomorrow we have to don the armor again...face Life with our sword drawn...teeth bared...valiant with the courage of all who love and care for you...who stand with you and whisper in your ear and soul..."we're here and we're not going anywhere!"

[Ruth]

I think out of all your work Selene, this has to have hit the spot big time! lol
A beautiful piece of prose typr work that is stunningly crafted:)
The idea behind this is wonderful too, poignant writing love. The animals interaction is awesome in this, the surreal quality, as is your own, takes the reader to a different dimension, you have created a piece of work that moves, mystifies, creates a world inside the readers own head and blasts the self from the chair with uniqueness!
Truly inspiring and wonderful work Selene!
xx

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Interesting write..A blue moon only happens approximately every two and one-half years..It is when there are two full moons in one month...The moon is not blue but two full moons in one month..The last time it happen was 2009...Enjoyed the write..A different kind of story..Sara

[Brad]

you could make me cry and laugh in the same paragraph. wonderful mythos, i'd give anything to be horse for a blue moon...or anyone else but me...maybe a garnish?

[Antonio Valentino]

Your talent is immeasurable, and your spirit is intoxicating.

Selene, when this book debuts later this month, you are going to blow up, how fantastic to be getting this before the general public does!

Amazing doesn't begin to describe your artistry.

In awe.
Antonio xx

[R E Tree]

This is so breath taking and fascinating. At first it sounded like a story but then I began reading more and I felt comfortable with it being a poem. I think your note makes the poem sound more powerful. I use to love horses when I was 10. I use to pay every week for horse riding lessons. I really did enjoy it and this poem brings me back memories of it.