Girl Who Stripped Skin From UnFairy Tales~

~twisting fairy tales~

She tripped between the words

the turning pages hissed

the consonants ripped

she fell into the arbor

of her gown of beads and pearls

tears streaming

her nails on the stone ground

screaming

blood calligraphy in rivulets

she, pleading

“don’t write me like this!”

Perrault paused

his pen weaving

eyes gleaming

ink in the story

mad man in dark glory

writing her a sire

chained by odd desires

a mother in the ground

covered with daisies

maidens  praying

knees in mud

Perrault overplaying

his hand

the fairy godmother

drew a plan

princess asked the king for virtue

he painted her skin gown

in lavender, in skye blues

daughter asked her sire for mercy

but he broke the moon in twain

and laid her out for burning

she asked him for reprieve

but he poured the sun

out on her mystique

and then she begged  him for the skin

of the animal, his sin

and he covered her in paints

Perrault’s fingers nimble

pressing deep her tale

into the parchment

torn with pain

while she in donkey skin

and silks

bound by blood

came undone

there beneath the canopy

where poets dream insanity

she reached between the paper

and

grabbed the writer’s wrists

and bent

bent him deep into her story

stripping him of mind

of glory

rushed her soul

up

and above

to the side

and through his gloves

buried herself in the veins

while pressing his last pained refrain

into the ink

the pages marred

the princess poured the ink

in drips

pressed the quill

against his story

wrapping him in donkey skin

the girl, she flipped

the writers sin

adjusted every golden link

unbound of adjectives and nouns

she coaxed the action verbs to ground

and ground she did

while Perrault screamed

trapped in his own bloody dream

 

And I tottered on the edge of seat

a little girl at old crone’s feet

she spoke but once, then

after that

“do you, my child, then comprehend?

The moral and the lesson here?”

I nodded, whispered

“Yes I hear”

and in the pleats of ruby cape

the dagger in my hand regained

its sweet intent

now clear and bold

I knew then

there

the stories told

were guideposts toward absolution

and I gave the loom my resolution

spun my blood drops through the quilt

rose

unwound

my hand on hilt

of blade

and story

writer’s  oath

I stepped out of the donkey skin

into the cradle of the boat

weaving princess out of shackles

into girl with sword for brambles

drowning Perraults  in a barrel;

unbind This Book

at your own peril

 

 

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Author's Note

~dismembering Perrault's disturbing fairy tale, Donkey Skin~

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Sweet jesus, mary and cheezits!!

Oh Selene, I did have to come up for air just once, but I took a deep breath and finished this until my eyes bulged out of my dome...

whew

Your writing can be a workout... puff.. that is good for the body and the soles of our wandering imagination... love this, love you, love... just love period... :))

You are the awesomest blossomest!!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Beautiful...what can be said about this sort of passionate writing...it is felt...it burns in the soul-house...it twists and sings...

[Eiken]

Breath taking, incredible writing Selene, I am in awe of your work:))

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Wow and more Wow

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

WOW
Very elegantly and intelligently written!!!!!
I like your style of writing. It's like none other I have read. It's very deep, filled with nuances and variations of the norm. I particularily enjoyed this poem. It's filled with such a varying degree of capturing thoughts. I am incredibly impressed!
You write with an amazing intellectual flair; varying shades of artistical richness that seems to flow so freely from your head to your hand. I could never write like you. I'm jealous ;-)

[Sukriti Suki]

Nice work...

[Siddhartha]

And what dissection...eloquence and dexterity...topped off with soaring flights of fancy...haven't read the tale but this is awesome...

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

You are brilliant in descriptions- wonderful wording, imagery, og the whole thing was beautiful!

[Lachenille Papillion]

There is a fire burning deep in you that drives the driven soul to peak in crests the likes no wave rider has ever endured. No sharper mind gleans the streams of your musings than the edge of your creativity when it slices your mind into literary pieces, smaller essences of wonder to confound and amaze us, to delight and inspire us, and to draw our eyes into the clarity of your realities meshing with your spinning poetics. Riding this parallel with the original, I'd have to say not only did you dismember the fairy tale, you gave the writer a lesson in the meaning of virtue itself. Love this!

[Crowley]

That was crack.....wow, what to say, but it was sheer genius and so well written. One of my shittier reviews....but I am still trying to stuff the marbles back into my ears.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

dismembered and reassembled into a more fascinating read.. you turned it from twiated to inspiring.