June Loons In Fedoras Sipping Dreams Through A Swirlie Straw~

The ice cream shop was appropriately named

Sand Stand

because it hugged the sandy slips

of sweet dark waters

that offered redemption from a sun that liked to kiss

deep

pushing her rays through jeweled lids lined with ultra thin

black

waterproof licks

making cat eyes

 

My fedora was the color of a spotted fawn

pulled low across my girlish laughter

as I waded rusty shores

with a loon at my side

who called herself Predicament

and rubbed her long

apple colored neck

against my ankle at every turn of phrase

through the lit up atmosphere

that tasted like cotton candy ice cream

if you licked it just right

 

She was my perfect guide past despair into hope

on those nights my body

unfolded out of satin sheets

through a pleat just past downy pillows

into embroidered threads strung through a pathway

leading back to hell;

she would call through the sky until her voice bounced off the moon

and hit me like an arrow between my ribs

giving me the white rope of sound

to pull myself out of the liquid ink

of those terrible eyes

those beautiful eyes

those animal eyes

that loved me in a strange way

in a rose garden

ago. . . .

ago

 

Somnambulist moth

I'd idle for a while by the porch light

but the sound would always pull me through the small of my back

to the sands of the rusty lake

into the fabled capture of the loon;

and she would light my cigarette with a wink

and smooth the graver soil of memories

with her wingtips spread across my thighs;

"You are beautifully disturbed." she said often

and I would laugh

and tell her I was just peachy

as she entered my belly with her loneliness

so that we were both sated for a mindful future

 

Midmorning paths unwinding

could have turned it all so complex

but the mystery of her predicament

to decipher the enchanted poem

etched into the skin of my thigh

jiggled the brain too much

and knocked over the soul too hard

and so she'd never go there

would put her wing in my trust

and her feathers in my hair

and entice me with blueberry shakes;

we could sit for hours

outside the Sand Stand

which hugged the sandy slips

of dark waters

my June Loon in her human breach

and me in my fedora

sipping dreams run through with blueberries and cream

through a swirly straw

rewiring the world

with intent

and gumdrop toppings

outside an ice cream shop

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[LilyT]

I love everything about your restrained composure through the poem. Where others are crushed, you just keep on rebuilding your pieces into something brand new and magical.



She was my perfect guide past despair into hope
on those nights my body
unfolded out of satin sheets
through a pleat just past downy pillows
into embroidered threads strung through a pathway
leading back to hell;
she would call through the sky until her voice bounced off the moon
and hit me like an arrow between my ribs
giving me the white rope of sound
to pull myself out of the liquid ink
of those terrible eyes
those beautiful eyes
those animal eyes
that loved me in a strange way
in a rose garden
ago. . . .
ago

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Interesting thoughts penned...Giving human characteristics to the loon was interesting..Sunflower

[Rossen]

Left me spinning with feathers in my hair ~swirly straw clink~

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I don't know where you get your inspiration from but I am jealous... such a real carefree spirit about this poem... outstanding writing.

[Lilly Negoi]

such a tenderly beautiful imagery - the past painted in bitter-sweet hues...

[Larry Dyson]

with her wingtips spread across my thighs;
"You are beautifully disturbed." she said often
and I would laugh
and tell her I was just peachy
as she entered my belly with her loneliness
so that we were both sated for a mindful future

She was my perfect guide past despair into hope
on those nights my body
unfolded out of satin sheets
through a pleat just past downy pillows
into embroidered threads strung through a pathway
leading back to hell;
she would call through the sky until her voice bounced off the moon
and hit me like an arrow between my ribs
giving me the white rope of sound
to pull myself out of the liquid ink
of those terrible eyes
those beautiful eyes
those animal eyes
that loved me in a strange way
in a rose garden
ago. . . .
ago

LIKING THIS THE MOST!!!

[Robin]

your imagination sifting through my imagination ~ magikal writing

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

Like a slow walk along your favorite path with the soft singing of the morning bird, a soft cloud from the heavy sun just sprinkling a small mist over your face, refreshing and soothing.

You have away to take people places, higher and just a touch further along than they themselves could ever dream. Bravo.

Always,


Matthew

[Nobody.]

Great imagery...made me want icecream. lol! Really beautiful!