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...

[DannyLynne Riley]

ahh...where to start...where to start?...there is so much I luv about this piece I hardly know where to start. I luv the reference to Geisha or at least that was my take on it. so many of your beautiful words and phrases leaped out from this page and into my writers heart i.e. "...peel the kimono gently from her fragile shoulders...her rice papery skin...with emerald satellites in her skull are but a few examples of this I could go on and on but what is so clear to me is that each word and phrase that you pour into your writing is always done with deliberate and careful construction and each word has its important place as always Selene...bravot

[David W Moore III]

our memories and our child-like innocence are so fragile, and as you say, must be coaxed to show themselves again after time. And in the process of exposing to the light of years, their brittleness can be damaged. I'm glad you had the strength to repair and re-glue, even if it's not the same, a semblance of that past is better than nothing. Nothing can replay those moments, the innocent thoughts, the wide-eyed perceptions. There is no way to go back there but through flawed memory. Beautiful write. And if I misinterpreted, then I still love the way it made me feel.

[luciddreamer]

Oh Selene...this write spoke volumes to me...thank you for your insight
Peace
Robin

[Kesha]

That was amazing, amazing work, an amazing read too! I enjoyed this so much, just so relaxing :)

[Lachenille Papillion]

Sigh~

[Pax Analog]

Strange twisting moods, Mobius-strip tease, a kind of loving revenge on child-framed vulnerability, vampiric, strangely innocent, an uncanny strength un-armored probing the nature of mythic fragility from the evolved position of daimonic ineffability. Slivers of sadism ritually refined.

[Robin]

you doing your you thing