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!

[Liza]

your attention to detail compliments emotion and sight with insight - unique and thought provoking.

[Quinn Blackburn]

breathtaking, beautiful, brilliant... and the poetry's not bad either ;o) I particularly enjoyed this phrase, "while a temple in a maharaja’s dream inclines a column toward the line between my brows" :o) wishing you laughter, dearheart

[Brad]

a ginsberg sandwich, double drag squared with a dash of b***h slap...awesome as always

[Cafe Reader]

I think you're myth itself, Selene. Your rich knowledge of mythology, coupled with your life has made you Myth personafied.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

So much is told through this, the different stories and fantastic images you packed in there. There's so much meaning, philosophy and calm understanding through there all told in this incredible manner.

[OT]

:) back with a bang? another brilliant outing above underland!! the second stanza is just genius - the mythology, the realism - all mixed together in a blender of madness - just great!!!

"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"