Cerulean China~

For the Chartre blue plate

Geisha carved a hummingbird from a saffron pear;

Thick daffodil syrup cambered her wrists

 

This cyan morning

She left a trail of succulent evidence

On the cutting board

A rattle of poppies spilling cerulean seeds

On the viridian tiles

 

Moist Prussian blue lips

Above the steam

Coiling from the tea cup

Sapphire liquor

Reflecting her peacock eyes

 

She carried the tray

Through the mahogany doorway

Where forty lashes were a vacation

His heave ho

A totter in folds of skin

Her samurai gone to rot

In dice games with the cobalt eyes

 

She folded her knees

Teal dew on her eyelashes

Poured cerulean china

Into each ammonite cup

 

She left a trail of succulent evidence

In the burgundy blood

That poured itself from each orifice

Of each amethyst demon

Behind a mahogany door

Where forty lashes were a vacation

 

copyright:2010vssmd/amusemusepress

from the Pouring Ink AudioVisual Series In Production

Author's Note

~fingerpainting with words~

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Your soul has root tendrils reaching out in all directions drinking of the non-duality tha surrounds us. Maya clouds not your eyes as you seek out and grasp the next word for each line. Camber? Really? Your mind amazes me. The rich texture of colors painted reminds of the geisha dress but contrasts with the white and red on her face. The raw emotion and punch in the gut we get from the line where forty lashes was a vacation and the trail of burgundy blood... Sometimes I get exhausted by the end of one of your poems (in a good way mind you) this was definitely one.
Brava!

[The Cougar's Den]

Your author's note echoed my thoughts! I love how very visual you are.

This cyan morning --- how wonderful to know that the art of language has not completely disappeared into the gutter along with our manners. And how perfectly wonderful a picture you paint, vivid, precise, clear in its cause and effect.

Geisha carved a hummingbird from a saffron pear --- I can see it as easily as if she'd carved it for me...delightful content, especially as death becomes us.

I do adore this writing, dear one!

[James Paulin]

Fingerpainting as if done by Claude Monet.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

Beautiful as always, if only I could curl up in your lap and let you whisper them into my ear. Would be a lovely afternoon.

regards,

Matthew

[Lydia Blackwell]

What a rich read. It was like sitting down to a feast. I am completely satisfied. You are quite accomplished and extremely agile with your adjectives. This was delightful to read.

[Ed Hart]

from a palette to inform the color impaired, from a ladylorn singing through the inner mists to surface shine in dancing hues that hew the cloven heart and spill in torrents from rainbows teary prism the cries of stolen souls

[FireWoman]

Life in shades of blue, a striking contrast to the warm Earth tones of the October trees.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Lusciously gorgeous in every detail.

[Sean M. Addams]

great job on this ..imagery was superb ... I agree fingerpainting with words and done beautifully ..

[Robin]

I feel the pain ~ where forty lashes were a vacation ~ the visual contrast of blue against green ~ the concept of the Giesha ~ a performance artist in role she long tired of ~ I feel the trappings ~ the despair of the fossilized cup ~ powerful emotional writing ~