Bind~

Here is the book . . . .

to the observant eye it is not simply white leather

but bound with the moon

the silver embossed letters have a four dimensional quality

that bleed from the cover to play with dust motes swimming the sunlight

the language is very old

in fact it may well have been written before the first man felt mud on his feet

but that is a fancy

though in the curl of seemingly disjointed letters

there seems to be a movement

a rhyme to the reason of the story;

a bone man with ink eyes reopened this book inside an ivory cradle

gently he unlatched the jeweled clasp

and opened it to the first page

whispering

"You were made for me"

as he left the indents of his fingertips

and mind

deep within the leather

 

Here is the book . . . .

opened to the middle

where it is frayed and fragile

a violet pressed between two pages

butterflies in its skin

a story weeping its body in deep ink across a indigo drawing

of a mad girl laughing in the skin of a wolf

purity dripping down her thighs into a soft

reflective pool

as a hundred odd men worship her

with a curious brand of love;

one man with cream hair and ocean eyes

kisses the back of her tiny hand

a garland of lilies for her brow

whispering

"You were made for this"

 

Here is the book . . . .

her pages rushing under a thousand hands

writing and rewriting the color of her eyes

patterns that may be words branding the brittle pages

until

the back cover shuts out the sounds of laughter and screams

and murmuring lives

and the woman locks her eyes

her lips swollen with countless generations aching to be told

she flips the book

which to the observant eye is manifested in calligraphic flesh

and rare

white ink bones

she pushes it across the table

she says

"Rewrite me . . . .rebind me . . . .I was made for this, after all"

 

Here is the book . . . .

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Lachenille Papillion]

You are the most beloved yet tattered book in the hands of all humanity... I often ponder whether they should be aloud(pun intended) to read it for themselves, with their soiled little fingers of immaturity... perhaps it should only be read to them, from the hands of Motherhood, the voice of experience, and the wisdom from which it spills and to which they attain to grasp... sigh, after all, if we want to preserve the beauty within, should not we caress the vessel that carries it with delicate love???

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Fabulous piece of writing...I loved the detail and descriptive properties of this...such wonderful beauty by a book inspired. Just awesome.

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

Loved this, Selene. love the metaphor, the imagery, and as always, your choice of words. Love too, the ending... rewrite me!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I felt the pages and the words breathe a life of their own..such rich imagery..only Selene can write like this..:)

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I am bound to the heavenly truthful, creative beauty of the is poem.
"Rewrite me . . . .rebind me . . . .I was made for this, after all".
"Here is the book . . . ." Your poetry is so insightful.

[emmajoy]

Each of us is a book, defined by ancestry and every emotion it's left or leaves .. thoughts stem from way back, waiting to escape from that place deep beneath the epidermis - the book cover of self. To tell those long kept secrets needs a special reader to turn the pages .. my interpretation of your incredible writing.

You have a way of creating gloriously subtle colours in my mind: 'a story weeping its body in deep ink across a indigo drawing ~ of a mad girl laughing in the skin of a wolf ~ purity dripping down her thighs into a soft ~ reflective pool ~ as a hundred odd men worship her ~ with a curious brand of love;' - space goddess transformed to earth woman

[The Cougar's Den]

Wow. I honestly don't have words to give a review...

This is perfect, wouldn't change a thing, wish I'd written it, and may I just say, Wow.

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wrote a similar piece..this is magical though, we are like pages in a book, our story waiting to be read by someone who understands us...

[Lydia Blackwell]

There is so much life in books and you have re-created this phenomena in your poetry. You have described the journey of a book in persona. Well done. I have written one similar (but not so well done) called "spirits in the library". I will try to locate it and send it to you.
Great subject matter! Great write:)

[Maurice]

Outstanding writing. This one moved me on several levels.