7 Ways To Peel A Soul~

In the beginning there was a hollow

an idea took root

in the ground

where

on the First Day she was created

watered

shaped into MudGirl

clay skin

given to CrowWoman

to imprint the calligraphy of imagination

around the waist

with which

on the Second Day

she flexed

through all sorts of weather

paradoxical sorbets

in cloud formations

dimensions where a man’s lapel

was altar

a man’s hand, eucharist

shaping her plum lips

for apple hearts

so  Eve’s Rib

could be torn from her side

and remanded to Jezebel’s hips

on the Third Day

of drops in silk

of forty veils

on ground to seed the blooms ahead

for Raspberry Girl’s basket

of a thousand poems

penned by age eight

carried to market

to market, to buy a peasant’s soul

to sustain the myth of coruscating blood

in blues

on a jet

screaming through the Fourth Day

where legend became lip gloss

and fables became hair dye in a bottle

boots laced to thighs

one of the Girls With Red Hair

On a Cherry Cadillac

With Bushido swords

coloring the world with yakuza blood

counting coup

on the sleeves of dead men

collecting silver cufflinks

for the hard collapse

on the Fifth Day

into the dirt

with onyx lens

confronted with a little dying

laughing at the guise of alms

reciting

“Styx and stones

will break a soul

and words will surely kill me”

magik girl

with magik words

scaled chakras in sequence

crawling from the Gutter

Into The Jewel of The Lotus

on the Sixth Day

came out the other side of fate

arching the Surreal Stalks

and Times of A Gutter Girl

in musical notes

in black and white

keys

opening the scales

of an old piano

in a glade

where Pan waited

with her Pandora’s box

and here she drew a scroll from her waist

imprinted with the Seven Layers Of The Soul

Pouring Ink

Bleeding Onyx

until all the letters took to ground

to flood the forest with violets

her little feet and hands clutching

the sides of the box

of her Pandora

open lid

Pan’s fingertips light on her back

easing the journey

into the velvet interior

where she curled inside a shell

and on the Seventh Day

she rested

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

Wow!!! - where on earth (well I guess not earth) do you come up with these things?!! powerful, creative, the story certainly doesn't "ease" as we end - a true delve into the depths of mysticism, and around the edges of surreality and dreams, and into the box itself!! just wow!!

[Jibey]

A fascinating journey from innocence to experience...the rich range of allusions and colours make this writing like a firework... Your writing always sparkles and illuminates...

[SpokenWord]

I don't know if this was the creation or revelations, maybe both? I have to say that I loved the reference to "Kill Bill" it is one of my favorite movies of all times for various reasons. Eve's rib and Jezebel's hips what is the meaning of these two things in your poetry? I see them all the time. Outstanding poem by the way!

[David W Moore III]

A grand and sweeping retelling of creation in true Selene style with fabulous allusions throughout. Love the references to your books as stages of growth. And the Styx and stones-utterly brilliant. As always your interweaving of classicmythology with your own sureal mythos is impeccably done and draws us into your spell, never to escape. Brilliant!

[Bard Constantine]

Amazing how the poetree grows, is it not? A reflection of our souls in frozen pieces of time, laid bare in ways impossible to do with the uttered word. I dwell only in the shadows of your magic, yet I am amazed every time...

[Dani]

I feel as if I've lived a full life, reading through this. Magnificent piece.
It's great seeing you writing again.

This reads like a strange, vivid dream. I can hardly make sense of it, it twists and turns and flys. Beautiful.

[E.H. Monroe]

And off to spread tepid and cantankerous slime amongst the wills of innocent men everywhere..yeah? And I'm the f*****g president of Neptune.

The allusions could be to to the forms of modern day woman writ in specificity or not. Neo representations of sex and violence and the many versions of make up and mud worn throughoput the centuries. Interesting switch of pan the lighfooted from Zeus the womanizer. ALmost palys down the severity of the images and play up the creation of the muse.

Yeah you may say its a thinker and an easy one to get wonderfully lost.

Right O

[MuSe Ampoule]

Magnificence of a magnitude bewildering to the gods. This encompasses the whispers of magnetic truths on polar proportions.
“Styx and stones
will break a soul
and words will surely kill me”

Selene the swashbuckling story-smith. Brilliant.

[Robin]

the greatest story ever told ~