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!

[David W Moore III]

Oh my god! You're not closed for renovations anymore!!! Loved the ride. The neighborhood feels the same. I wish I could close my eyes and read your poems. My favorite read is the first one when I don't think about it and just let the feelings flow over me. Loved it.

[Marianne]

Oh my ~ how I have missed YOU and your writing...your pen bleeding indelible ink into my soul.
You have reached deep within you, as you always do, and every time you emerge more beautiful, taking me to places I have never even dreamed of...you soar with gold-gilded wings to the heavens above underland.

Glorious

[Robin]

poetry from that mystical place within ... words beyond words

[MuSe Ampoule]

A slow meticulous walk through the surreal/real imaginings of the mind...leaving mythical/mystical imprints of tastes. Beautiful.

[FireWoman]

A reverberation of the growth process. We see most clearly when we disconnect from ourselves. You are most beautiful while analytically studying a subject, to finally conclude with such clarity.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

It is early for me and so I think i should review this later to do it properly.
Lovley images ... Giesha's have always fascinated me .. men think they have power over them, i feel it is just the opposite.
I will read this later.. Welcome back!

Chloe

[Lachenille Papillion]

A beautiful sound, your voice ~

[Kerry O'Connor]

I can't tell you how sublime it is to sink into one of your poems.....ah! Magnificent sensory over-load.

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 shape

[No use.]

Selene i have missed you ~ and you are shining brighter than ever ~the indelible ink of a mystic silhouette cloaked in the finest warmth and hauntings .

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Fantastic!