Mythic Fragility Deconstructed~

We are going to take this doll

and remove her from beneath the delicate glass

peel the kimono gently from her fragile shoulders

in the pool of sunlight

 

she shivers in my palm

curls around her hollow abdomen

cradles her porcelain face in her hands

a white sugar cube

reflected in my splash of ink pupils

 

We are going to coax this doll

with the tip of a finger

to unfurl her like the petals of a snapdragon

unbind her hair

and permit its languid woven silk

to drape her shoulders

 

she covers her eyes

a delicate framework of history rolled onto her back

a skin parchment of mythic fragility

etched in each press of bone

against her rice paper skin

shivering

exposed

 

We are going to take this doll

and ever softly open her palms

to expose a heart shaped face of alabaster

her emerald eyes doorways into moments

primal

and alive

 

she gazes back at the viewer

with a deconstructed glaze

begins very slowly to remove pieces of her wall

brick by brick

for a vase full of sunshine

and latte with cream clouds in the morning

 

We are going to take this doll

and press her swollen mouth with kisses in the shape of love

push her barriers aside with strong hands kneading the small of her back

a press of whispers shivering against the tiny lobe of her ear

and when she is fully open like a lotus

her arch framed in trust

when her arms relearn to unbend from her naked breasts

and reach into the fluid world

after many years under glass

we are going to curl lips back off strong white teeth

and strike deep between the myth and the fragility

in that delicate space between the throat and the heart

we will bleed her

in the pool of sunlight

unintentionally of course

because we are after all primal and constructed

and just going with the flow

 

she is so tiny in my palm

a collection of bones and honey

she gazes back at me with emerald satellites in her skull

her hand around a single brick

 

We are going to take this doll

and dismember  her with odd little brands of love

and swallow the myths out of her veins

but this time there isn't enough to put back under glass

so we will build her walls of alloys

with an open roof

for our eyes

because witness to her pain is so delicious

 

she is a milk seed

curled under a glass dome

a mythic fragility

deconstructed 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Ed Hart]

remembrance of things past...but the difference, and wonderful thing, about this larger play house, is that the flesh scarred by clumsy hands that seek release in release, is only a covering; and though the wounds may run instinct deep, and we may limp into the yielding tomorrows, that deep doll-child who learned to believe in that cornucopia of lies, can also learn to smile, and laugh, and walk in the bright sun shine...

[Michael X]

pool of sunlight... what sentiment can describe this marvel, purely ambitious,
selene, you are such a phenomonal poet, it's tickling, as far as the meaning
speaks of life and times, and all that encompasses a string of memories,
the flow is consistantly amazing. the meaning rings with a sense of growing up
in the spotlight, just like a puppet doll, brilliant work 100

[nono]

Thank you for requesting if you haven't I may have never looked at it. The feeling in this is amazing. And the thought and the way past can come back in the most haunting way. Fantastic job!

[JelliFyshKissUs]

This one is my absolute favorite, by far!!! The repetition is choral to my ears. A picture of a frail, insecure virgin pops into my mind. Being seduced and taken advantage of for the first time by the puberty-feral boys that surround her. This one just tasted so good, Selene--really!

[Maurice]

A work of art. The images are alive and enhance the rather sad story.

[Bookmanpc]

wonderful!

[Vicky Zhuang Yi-Yin]

excellent portrayal of emotions here. I liked this very much!
:D
Great job!
-Yin

[Dream Weaver]

I found this to be very sad...yet sprinkled with
love and care...then back to sadness...But I
did truly enjoy it...

[FireWoman]

Exploitation or salvation is the mental debate that keeps popping into my head...

I want hold her until she is whole & then let her fly when she is strong enough. (Of course, I'll always have Buttercup nectar and a safe place to land when she comes back to visit.)

[Larry Dyson]

I love the pictures this paints in my mind..not a rakish fluorescent revealing of past memories brought to surface and diemboweled... but a respectful unraveling of the "what was" into the" needed now"...love this Victoria..

"she is so tiny in my palm
a collection of bones and honey
she gazes back at me with emerald satellites in her skull
her hand around a single brick

We are going to take this doll
and dismember her with odd little brands of love
and swallow the myths out of her veins
but this time there isn't enough to put back under glass
so we will build her walls of alloys
with an open roof
for our eyes"

[(JR) Joshua Hernandez]

oh wow, very good