Red Dahlia~

The white desert exhaled

jasmine

for the bride in the crimson gown

the sky gave

her green beryl eyes

a hint of sun

at the edge of the eclipse

her fingers light as apple blush

played the silk bodice like a song

unbraiding bones

waiting for the night to curl its smoke around her throat

 

for him

her memory was the ache

between the silver bullet

and the chamber

of his

heart . . . .

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The final stanza of this poem is exquisite. It haunts the mind. I also can't help but think of the wedding in Kill Bill where she is riddled with bullets. I imagine that Bill felt something akin to what you've written in the last stanza. So beautiful! My final vision is of him at the end of the second film where he crumbles to the ground with his final breath of life. You've just got to love Quentin.

Linda Marie

[alan peter kelly]

I love a sky
that's offers
beryl eyes.

[Fran Marie]

an exquisite piece....beautifully penned!!

[Wildfleour]

Simply Selene.

[emmajoy]

An explosion of colour wrapped in Selenic words .. as ever full of the expected passion and graphics.

[Pax Analog]

You embody Neptunian romanticism w/a Plutonian chaser. Ah, it's like Jean Cocteau riffing Tarantino.

Following this exquisiteness: "her fingers light as apple blush/played the silk bodice like a song/unbraiding bones/waiting for the night to curl its smoke around her throat" w/this noir koan: "for him/her memory was the ache/between the silver bullet/and the chamber/of his/heart . . . ." is pure genius.

The latter is prismatic: is he cocked to fire a silver bullet OUT of the chamber of his heart; is the silver bullet lodged in limbo NEAR the chamber of his werewolf heart -- subtle Rashomon ambiguity. Both are true and whatever, as good poetry often is -- yet it hits a more archetypal parabolic level w/its nuanced universality.

Chamber of a gun, Anais Nin's Four-Chambered Heart, and the ache is finally the Zen monk's healing melt of attention's focus.

Good-sounding Rihanna song. Overlaps w/other more completely reggae songs featuring guns. I do wonder what Rihanna would sound like if she ACTUALLY shot somebody. Some singers have, or near to it, so it's possible. ;-)

Your poem (poems) deserve some free-form instrumental music as counterpoint too, when you introduce musical element.

Red Dahlia. Classic crystalline distillation. Some avant Euro instrumental strains.

[SpokenWord]

I know how hurtful heart ache can be for someone, but I never understood how they felt it justified giving someone a bullet in return for the heart break. Even after the bullet it won't fix the pain and it would forever remove the one they loved from this earth. Never understood that kind of thinking in this world. "the bride in crimson gown" I wonder was that her wedding dress and the reason he killed her, or was it is weird of idea of marrying her to the earth instead of to another man. The last verse is wonderful indeed great ending for this poem.

[Lilly Negoi]

exquisite write.

[Kymoo]

The colorful imagery is perfect, the sadness apparent as all lost love...crushes the heart.
Beautifully expressed.

[Michael X]

wow Selene, what a vast in passionate reprose to tragedy and love, your words are crafted
like velvet across the skin, pulled ever magically to entice the senses, stunning artistic,
you create to the height of expression, loved it :)