Strings Of Glass With Beaded Mirrors~

"My mirror, mirror on the wall...
How do we stop the inevitable fall..." asked the Bride

as she tucked the Hanzo blade into its sheath. . . .

"You turn it against the wall~glass side in. . . ." said the girl with the yellow eyes

(those kinds of eyes that reflect the soul backward)

as she took the Bride's delicate hand

pulled her up behind her

into the polished saddle

on the back of a horse the color of dark pearls

deciding then

and there

she would save the Bride by shattering the past

and to hell with all the world

and its animal humanity. . . .

 

. . . .there was a tiny girl in an old bed

somewhere in a meadow

that gave birth to marigolds with blood centers

leaves like razor blades fell from the scales

of the gunmetal sky

so that every time she placed her little feet

against the ground

to escape

the edges cut her to the bone

fragmenting her bit by bit

sectioning her soul . . . .

 

. . . .there was another girl in a tapestry against the skye

who decided to pluck a string from a theory

and tune it to her rage

she flipped out of the night

shifted from her bones

into the solidity of a young prince

and with a tulip in his hand

rolled aside the pleat of this

to flip into the sectioned jewel of that;

the prince came to a meadow

of yellow flowers dripping a girl's blood off their leaves

shedding a girl’s soul off their thorns

he put his lips against a stray atomic particle caught on a pollen fluff

and whispered a secret against her nucleus

charming her into a braided rope of gold

suspended in the blue air. . . .

 

. . . .the girl screamed in the center of the dream

but the prince refused to focus on the unanimal slithering

through knife blades of grass

to eat the child again

and again

instead the prince pressed his determination into his bare feet

as he climbed the golden rope

suspended for his right to unfold the laws of Time

and walked it step by step

to brand

a shape of justice

into the fluctuation of physics

gone haywire

 

. . . .the monster no longer terrified the little girl

she was resigned to his maw digging through her abdomen

to bury his sins between her frail hipbones

she simply laid her body back into the violence

as he leapt over the edge of oak woodwork

to dismantle yet another fragment of her spirit

and wear it in his mind like an ember. . . .

but something happened this time

in midair. . . .

 

. . . .the young prince leapt the last breath from the braided rope

which unfurled

enchanted by the boy who was a woman over there

outside the looking glass

and gave him that last impetus to grab the monster

bite the nape of its neck

and break its back against the footboard of the bed. . . .

 

. . . .the little girl sat up

with eyes of blue so wide

as the boy tore the monster to little shreds of ash and bone

with his hands

ripped its throat out with his teeth

spitting beast fragments against a pane of glass suspended

in a field of marigolds

that bled ink and curlicues of smoke from their centers

 

. . . ."Dead. . . .dead as dreams." whispered the boy

the little girl laughed shards of crystal from her eyes

and shook her golden head, no

consumed the boy up with her iridescent irises of pain

pulling him in

and pushing him through

into a canoe where he was a woman

mourning a Bride

trailing fingertips in warm waters underneath the moon

 

"Mirror. . . .mirror on the wall

sometimes we're designed to fall. . . ." said the Bride with the Hanzo steel

from the waters of the lake

as she wound herself around the fingertips of a woman

who does not cry

but thinks deep and long

on things

this woman who pulled the firefly aspects from the waters

in drops of silver soul

and brought them to her burning lips

to kiss

to taste

to drink

as the Bride spilled her perfume against her tongue

whispering. . . .

 

"S~~~~~, you are the greatest love hidden inside the darkest pain, and the piece of me that I leave here..."

 

. . . .the woman pulled the canoe up onto the shores

her eyes made of silver

her mind made of beaded mirrors

spinning strings of glass

love

pain

pieces of the broken minds

in a tiny box of copper

on a chain of remembrance

between her breasts

asking no one why some survive

while others fall

because suddenly she understood

that there are no answers

only questions

evermore

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~how do you save the broken dolls when they grow up to be broken women~how do you destroy the monsters that don't live under their beds but in them~how do you catch someone in their intentional fall~ you can't . . . .but you can catch the monster's jaw before it takes its first bite out of the child and sets her or him up for a lifetime of shedding soul until nothing is left~

I won't say anymore on this except that the italicised centered sentence above the last stanza, was in the note she left behind~

Reviews

[Bubo]

I just feel incredible sad..........and you will always bring your reader and wrap them up, taking them somewhere unknown, but oh so known if they reach in and look hard enough.........you are a soul, a soul that I would call a clean soul.........because you are for other's, and feel, see, and taste hurt, but remain clean........I make no sense, but I rarely meet clean souls..........and when I do I treasure them.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"Mirror, mirror on the wall..." Love's the kindest cut of all...beware the broken glass which falls....evil follows on silent paws.......Lust and love are all too often confused...like obsession and desire....protection and posession...love is freedom and liberty and joy...ever vigilant yet ever humble...never seeking its own but always the happiness of its benefactor...great writing here!

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Got my eye on that blade baby
Strange skies comin to town
This seems that, that this hitting me with a knuckleball twist
Hurt and such, have mercy on me
just moving along, slowed to doing my best
And I won't let go, just got to flow
I have a friend with a twist and I'm doing just fine
Not proud, I only see so much at a time
Just into the friendship baby, sublime
And questions storming, one step at a time.

[Robin]

your pond offers more reflective wisdom than the mirror ~ your heart pouring ink ~

[No use.]

tragic tragic tragic, the mirror just reflects and whispers back, riddles on riddles, a warning perhaps and not an answer , something like as you said, "catch the monster's jaw before it takes its first bite" ~ you have written with sage eyes

[David W Moore III]

you never fail to eveoke and evoke strongly. This piece had me sit back after reading it and listen to the echoes. How do you catch the monster's jaw? I thought I had with my best friend, but apparently that monster was patient, waited a year then went at it again unbeknownst to me (they become cunning and hide themselves) My thought is you have to educate parents to educate their children with the proper coping mechanisms and the children have to exorcize their own demaons, otherwise they just come back. Unfortunately there are so many parents out there that could care less about upbringing (that's what schools are for, right?) having children for the wrong reason, if they have a reason at all. We are here to give everything for our children, anything less will lead to a lessening of ourselves as a race. (sorry for the soapbox on your review. I will retire now!)

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

asking no one why some survive

while others fall

because suddenly she understood

that there are no answers

only questions

evermore
I love the last lines.Your poem here is almost a visual extravaganza..as i always have said you paint such a vivid magnificent picture with your words..your readers can clearly visualize your characters who are human yet you somehow magnify some of the human traits and with a touch of surreality showcase them on human virtues and failings on a bigger scale.

[Kerry O'Connor]

There is definitely a tragic reality behind these lines but it reads as an allegory, with a beautiful woman, a prince, a monster and the story becomes timeless. I marvel at the way you have used colour to stunning effect, from the girl with yellow eyes to the flowers with blood centres and the horse pearl-coloured. Such visual delights.

[Ed Hart]

again, there are no words...just hearts, here

[Aven]

a mind-shattering trip... it's not one of my favorites by you, yet it shines like the brightest shining marble at the bottom of the stream... beautiful write as always!

[Cafe Reader]

"S~~~~~, you are the greatest love hidden inside the darkest pain, and the piece of me that I leave here..."

You touch even those who've made the decision to die.