Girl of Uruk~

~inking Gilgamesh~rebinding Enkidu~

My lens binds your cloud mare

in tall grass

ladder fall

I

in

chiffon chemise

a mermaid’s trail

between leather wings

inscribed with roman numerals

you

unearthing

aquamarine  globes

my burial mound under your fingernails

made of pearls

on a ledge

we

acrobats

in sync

in blue bottles

where ships sunk bow deep

in a boy’s dream of half moons

and girls in plaid skirts

skipping over him

into the ropes

jumping

tattoo patterns

with a curl of smoke ‘tween

gloss

and lips

they

mannequin red

books under broken arms

idling evermore

lady in waiting

I

remember your footfalls

how you plucked emerald eyes

and set them in my heart cutout

face me

here

today

between my bound hips

in chiffon chemise

explain to him

my pieces

before my slender visage

opens

the razor of my switchblade trail

peels the character from the skin

I abhor

I adore

in a crinkled old smile

that strokes every monarch stain

and every violet petal

from the roots

to coax

into full bloom

blood red

from the wolf’s

cottage by the sea

a basket of alms

in pirouette trails

across the body slain

of Enkidu

while Gilgamesh kneels

his ghost

implores Girl of Uruk

who knows better

than to mess

with Time

in fractals;

I bow

inhale a thousand ghosts

roots in bones

tossed

atop embroidered fate

inside a gypsy caravan

dreaming wheels

into the side

of my mountain

girl

Uruk ink

my lavender veins

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Lachenille Papillion]

Your mind spins a thousand memories into a million bits and pieces, and each and every fragment is silk to our senses... Thank you for giving us the puzzle that is you, dear poet... no finer gift has ever been given...
You walk deep inside today... may you walk in peace...

[FireWoman]

Each time I settle in to read you I find myslef rocketed to another dimension of possibities. Each new poem is a dreamscape of realities entwined with lore, I don't ever want to wake from your prose.

[Pax Analog]

Gorgeous ecstatic synaesthetic conflation of ancient myth and contemporary improvisation, a synapses-firing fractal marvel averring the razor's-edge dead heat between love, war, desire.

Your relentless dance of ch-ch-changes explodes the entrails of monumentalized meanings leaving nothing but the bliss-mist of infinite grace.

[df]

a really cool, i had a nice sense of fantasy while reading this

[Marie Harrison]

Is this a dream? Lovely!

[Trisha Saban]

You have a gift. It has been bestowed upon you, most likely from birth, and has been ignited by the spark of either inspiration, or just a simple, every-day idea. I am truly grateful that in a time like this, where nothing seems to be correct, that there exists a totally different world of imagination and beautiful scenery, all in one person's mind. It flows from the imagination that has been "upgraded" by this gift, and into the fingertips that compose a great piece of work that shows the world that we are not just people. We are an example; an example of what we were meant to do with our minds and our hands.
A brilliant piece of poetry, may your path be lit and continued with what you used to create this inspirational bind of words.

[Geralyn Miller]

A beautiful tapestry woven from the silken threads of ten thousand myth moments. Your mind weaves in incredible details and delicate power, a work as old as time and as new as tomorrow.

[Bard Constantine]

I always enjoy the respect your awareness of the myths of your own history, which you weave and spin into such tales of modern fae. Lovely, haunting, and inspiring as always...

[Goodbye]

I'm just stunned in the beauty of this work~your words send my mind into 10 different smoky directions, with as many emotions attached.

As always, Dahling...amazing!

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

loved this, Selene. your poetry has such an ethereal quality. it always takes me elsewhere, to other worlds.

[Sharon Kinsella]

Goddess, I think I have a nose bleed from flying so high in your tornado movement across my mind.