Nammu's Chariot~

~~and she went "Nope, ain't gonna let the world go out like this, you be that, and I'll be this, flip it, skip it, give it, be it, with a beat box rhythm, we'll make 'em feel it."

White swan

in a field of pearls

I’ll be the boy

to your girl

unfurl

fingerprints in onyx

digital blooms

embryonic

pressure

underbelly

religioso histrionics

when she kissed the fairy tale on the hip

fiddled with a microchip

tattoo a silver cage

moral compass engaged

textured to the bone

her body scroll

shifts

priestly avid fingers grip

her wrists

golden lock spasms

sea blue blood pouring from her ears

into a thousand old lines

meaty pulpit hammered

lies

she smiles

over a dainty shoulder

god scolds her

her glance

grows colder

wicked

calculated

curved blade

long and nimble fingers curl in

craved

she dares them one by one

show me!,

push comes to shove

he slips on metal gloves

while a doe ambles by in the corner frame

giving birth to bullets

caught in human games

of the story’s avalanche

in 3 D video games

above  mandala branches

tree of dirt flecked souls

where

girls in prayer formations

chanted

knees in stones

temple spine

inverted

water sky reverted

tribal strokes in black chalk under each eye

purr outside a café

sipping chai

manicured nails leaving trails in her own thighs

as palms’ press against walls in the clouds

face of the crowd

crows open for the heavens

priestess comes in an ochre chariot

stringing her braids into a lariat

ochre eye lashes

dusting the world

like moth wings

unfurl

lotus laughter from a million butterflies in her throat

in eight~note

as his gun points between her eyes

she peels the skin off human disguise

demise

gray matter

in a soundless explosion

her scent a sweet

musky potion

pollen

on the wind

gives the world on her axis

a brand new spin

while she

in golden leaves

climbs from the tree of Eve

into recreation

hybrid compilation

underneath a waterfall

shaping from pebbles

words into prose

while sunfish

dart in

out

between her ivory toes

 

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Author's Note

Nammu hails from the Sumerian creation text~ represents the primeval sea from which she gave birth to An and Ki ( Heavens and Earth Mother)~ without going into the deep core of the mythos~ it's written in Papyrus Geh that at the end is the beginning~unlike demonized versions of Armageddon which instill nothing but terror~Papyrus Geh relates endings as rebirths and sometimes a chariot is not made of gold and metal but skin and bones~
~Namaste~
~all ancient history/mythology flowers from the same womb~

Reviews

[Aven]

Selene... I don't think I need to tell you how amazing this is, but I do it anyway because I want to! there is something about your poetry that grabs me, I see vivid images and sweet scents drift on the air and I think it will never end... it's a great feeling to immerse oneself in your poetry. well written! :)

[kuru]

lotus laughter from a million butterflies in her throat.....that was beautiful

[Amy Bumpas]

Thanks for the authors note of explaining.

You take the readers on such a tongue twister journey...
Weaving, shaping, molding all to do your biding....

[.]

well...this is purest pearls of wisdom..you give a magical touch to everything you write, this was no exception..

[FireWoman]

Although I was unaware of Nammu's story, I connect immediately to this belief system. My soul connects like a lego block to these beautiful interpretations of how things were and how they shall be. It is a lovely drift away from Catholicism/Christianity's fear and shame tactics.
Personally, this is yet another affirmation of past reincarnations: the Spanish peasant, the Fox Indian, a daughter of Salem, and the civil war plantation owner's daughter. With each one I have held the cell memory & my belief systems have never wavered. The end is a mystery to the living but as time marches on we gather more knowledge to allow us to believe in hope rather that fear the end. =)

[Zackery Alan Daley]

when she kissed the fairy tale on the hip
fiddled with a microchip

That line made me five times more stoned. haha Very interesting poem, abstract and unique.

[Neil Fawcett]

Transcendent. Your words are like clean crisp air, invigorating! I like that the end is the beginning and that we are and always have been.

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

myth course oblivionae
exploding spectum
deftly woven orgasm of life
syllable reps holding beat
heavy street burdens color
perspective shatters with the sight
blinding course beckons flight
into heart sacred witching words

[Bard Constantine]

Your poems are a gateway between modern and myth, which you blend so well it appears deceiving effortless. The multifaceted jewel is no exception, a priceless piece of metaphoric word weaving...

[Phibby Venable]

this is wonderful.

[MichaelsLyric.com]

Amazing word use and captivating flow. It can poetry. It can be a song. The imagery goes between ancient and modern, creating a live sculpture, with moving, harmonic melody lines. Thank you for sharing!