Shells~

Under the city

life drips in a flex of colors

a Japanese fan in broad sweeps

undulates the coy ringlets pinned against geisha  temples

while a temple in a maharaja’s dream inclines a column toward the line

between my brows

eyes in slit

studying

hieroglyphics trace a path up a griffin’s spine;

I am watching

watching closely now

listening even closer

for the rush inside a conch shell

while a man and woman apply pressure to the air

her umbrella of lace opened

against a flood of butterflies off course

raining

bodies hatch from an idea

flexible

a porcelain doll against my checkerboard apron

I am baking a world of curves

hands in ruddy clay

scoop a terrace with a view into the kiln

forgetting the girl bent over the side of the trellis

it all burns

takes on new shapes

 

My ID in laminate

I surface

fingerprints on the screen

I’ve clocked in

searching for my killer

soft soled shoes leaving the imprint of myths across uninspiring tiles

and there

above the city

life surges in mercury

encases me at his mercy

his dreams in doe sinew dip under

over

sewing a new hyde into my hips;

he will do unimaginable things to the shell

not understanding that I have learned

that my carapace

is not me

and I think I may have

just grown up a little bit

in this bay

on this mystic island

where under is above

and everything above leaves its dreams

in silhouettes on the shore

for girls like me

to collect in blue jean pockets

on the slide back down

to underland

 

 

 

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Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Beautiful is your pen and amazing is the ink that you scroll wonderful stories and adventures for all to adore. I had just tried to find your page, was it yesterday and it said it was closed. To my surprise this morning here I find your words to make me smile and appreciate your talents. Wonderful is creative muse!

[.]

"I think I may have
just grown up a little bit
in this bay
on this mystic island
where under is above
and everything above leaves its dreams
in silhouettes on the shore
for girls like me
to collect in blue jean pockets
on the slide back down
to underland"

This is beautiful Selene. This is one of the best-most classic displays
of your voice you've ever written. This is 'your' surreal imagery!!!
From tone/mood-this reflects wonderful amazement and imagination.
An Indelible piece of work !!! :)

A. Chance

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

God am I glad to see you back at the Writers' Cafe!

Your writing is always surreal and takes us on an unimaginable journey into the self, the beyond, the knowable, and yet, unknowable. This reminds me of Gaspar Noe's movie "Enter the Void." There's something trancelike about it.

You're amazing!

Linda Marie

[MandaBear]

It's so beautiful. ... I just can't find the words.

[Nothing Personal]

How the outer world never really knows the inner world. The nuances, fragrances, idiosyncracies , mood swings, temperaments, everything is subtle and unfathomable. Top stuff..The visual images and the language is ravishing..It's a free flow of a constricted environment..I'm immersing in this encased world of yours..

[Alicante lullaby]

lovely...your pen has a geisha's heart...free,beautiful,sultry.

[Crowley]

I get so stuck in the rhythm and tone of your work. Its like watching a Quentin Tarantino movie in HD where I can see the imperfections of the perfect people and I sigh and know they are just people. Crazy good writing.....

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Lovely..!!!

[Rikkevi Rue]

the dream is an awakening into the dreamlike quality of reality...and the crystal clear capture of its vivid details are reflection of the surreal... Up from the underworld from within the images of a heart project opaquely into the air and sky in the bright morning of a youthful mind and the contented sigh of an elders soul. Thank you oh translator of creations dreams for firing the ideals so eagerly yearning of muses and breathing your unique life into our world. Nothing is so sublime as the joy you bring!

[Bard Constantine]

And this is what we've missing... the poetic sorcery that you create. If I might dare suggest -this is perhaps one of the best from you yet in my humble opinion. I love the way it unfolds like an origami dream... painting pictures with verbal diamond dust. Enchanting...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Well I read this brilliant piece as someone taking their life back after someone tried to take it from them in violent form... very nice work.