The Road Without End~

"How is father?"

"The Master is dying."

"How are the wolves?"

"The wolves are old."

How are the Horses?"

"The horses are still complaining about the proximity of their stalls to the den of the wolves."

 

Pan

asleep for decades

stone grown around him

veined in vines

stirs

in the barren rose garden

 

Bead one

I don't pray

but I pretend

soft topaz between thumb and index finger

a stone church

the violets here never die

they tasted my young blood eons ago

 

"Father, you are dying."

"We are all dying."

"The wolves are tired."

"They are tired of pretending to be wolves."

"The horses, I swear are senile, and are still complaining."

"Morocco never left their heart, it makes them grumpy."

 

Pan

shivers

his lute whispers

almond eyes open to sunshine

reflecting

in a puddle of rain water;

a rose bud struggles past the ease of dormancy

the garden moans

 

Bead two

I don't chant

I do now

white plume notes bumping pollen

my fingers in the roots of the ground

tearing apart reality

a caterpillar inclines its body against my wrist

I sing bones

taking comfort

where least expected

 

"Wolf, Father is ill."

"Girl, your father is mad."

"Wolf, I forbid you to grow any older."

"Girl, I wish you were god."

"Wolf, the horses want to die in a desert."

"Girl, if wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets."

 

Pan skins himself of stone

bends to a puddle

palms flat against the soil

water fills his mouth

the lute waits

for his hands

 

Bead three

my blue jeans in a stream dripping washed out denim

my blouse a curiosity to a robin building her nest

my feet pound blood songs into dirt

my fingers scratch against the sky

I bend into old world rhythms

bending time

rending the present with a scream

 

"Horse, father is bleeding his life into a glass of distilled hope."

"Girl, your father is a stubborn man."

"Horse, the wolves say everyone here has gone mad."

"Girl, the wolves are wise."

"Horse, you cannot go back to the desert."

"Girl, the desert lives inside of us, we are there every day now."

 

Pan watches through the rose bushes

screaming blossoms

pink

red

blush

a single indigo bloom;

Pan gives the garden his tears

lifts the lute to his mouth

watching his long ago girl

climb the trellis

of her fate

 

Bead four

I do not pray

I do not pretend to pray

the canopy separates for my familiar skin

welcoming my etchings

in bone

and blood

between the click of my jeweled claws

I crawl out of human imagination

into the wild

eyes blood rimmed moons

and do what I was made to do

 

the horse turns away "Bad, bad, bad."

the wolf resigns its life to a canvas of stars "She was made for this."

a man seals onyx eyes on tears, whispering "The road without end."

 

one life ends

another embarks on a journey

inside a single cell

dividing

 

Girl leans her head against the wheel

of the car

inhales

exhales

a push of pedal

torn grass

her only trail

 

Pan leans against the trunk of a yew

the garden rich with scents

lush with prose

scrolls written in little girl script

his treasures;

he is glad

he is not

a human being

in love with a dangerous girl

 

 

 

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Reviews

[TAO]

Oh my goddess, wow... You remind of time spent int he books of Terry Brooks, David Eddings, and Terry Goodkind; though they are not so nearly as poetic as you, your poetry brings the same magic to me their fantasy novels do.

What's more, I've noticed, it's blended with the times...it fits, seemlessly.... As if the world was dying of thirst and you provided the water just as Gaea began licking the sweat off of Death's feet...right on time; so very like a goddess (forgive me, but Ms. Selene, your words so unreal they're real).

One day, I hope to be this good. Amazing work, Ms. Selene.

[Andrew Wright]

You rip dreams from the very dimension from which they are born and paint them again and again through our minds, never the same but always so beautiful... You are truly gifted, even among those who are talented in what they do.

[Art Sun]

a unique display of your poetic thoughts...your work is like the stories of which we wish to dream upon...

nice...

[Bard Constantine]

I see faith slowly shattered as the barriers between fantasy and reality deteriorate along with the health of the father, the anchor to the world of the real. Animals became better friends than humans, yet their mortality fades even faster, leaving a young girl nowhere to turn but to the wild from which she was born. Love the way you weave your history with myth and fantasy. A reading to savor, then read again...

[Tina Kline]

This is really cool, very intriguing story, pulls the reader in. Very mysterious and enchanting in a way.

[StacyPerry]

This took me into so many interpretations and I still can't settle on one, lol. I do enjoy your work.

[dovetailer]

do you wonder if in some way we know our futures...sense what we will become..that our fantasies aren't fantasies at all but a foretelling of what awaits...our future kneeling with arms outstretched ready to receive us as we race ahead from our present...that the unknown future has been correographed...the costumes washed and pressed...awaiting us to make our entrance...recite our lives before the crowd of friends and loved ones and we dream no more? I ask because many things we imagine come to be...and we are not stunned...accept it as if we knew it all along...
your poetry is mythical...visually stunning and pulls us into the visions that dance in your head...like sunlight dances on the water...
Lovely...

[Randolf Ramos]

beautifully made

[Nancy S.]

Delicate delivery of life laced poetic spun in the myth and reality blended style that is your signature~

this one entices the reader, the curious, from the first question... then distracts us with the most surreal stream of events and conversation, pulling us from the teller's concern even as she pulls herself from it as well... and she leaves the reader with the same awe in which she leaves them all...

at your hand, she is painfully wondrous~

[Seerose]

Fantastic. Interesting characters, symbolic, beautiful.