FairyBones~

The moon made me do it!

at risk

I lie well, don't I?

hereby

negating me

microchip in me

recline here in a tangle of strips

of my own taut skin

printing myself a new story

taking blood coup inventory

the Ink does not tell fables!

memory enabled

it reshapes the stories

from devastation into glory

I am a master at taking the ugly

while the monster looks on smugly

working the beautiful

from the distasteful

birthing syntax magic

from the body tragic

do I make it . . .

acceptable??!!

making others

susceptible??!!

and that last

on my knees

mind split in three

fists in the hollow plains

beneath my ribs

my belly in recall

the ivory crib

rocking

shocking

no one walks here!

one did

did she overhear?

was that her blood story

buried in dirt allegory?

push the platter off the table

mad girl hatter

terrified of getting fat and fatter

tip the top hat

tipsy

dizzy

clawed fingers

trace rivulets

at the center of soul, a curved stinger

they forget

me not!

my stain your spot!

shattered cheeks

cheeky

they say, you're so exotic

freaky

they task me

they ask me

does that hurt, Seleneieeeee baybee?

I pounce

too late now to just renounce

tear your mind out

shout out

does that hurt??!!

oh, suddenly I disconcert?

they should have named me Agony

having mixed my alchemy

them knowing my  genetic fate

I was bait

but Selene

ahh now that is more fanciful

to masticate the golden rule

the moon made them do it!

let's chew it

over

they lied well

banquets at the gates of hell

I believed every drop

crucified on top

but my body knew better

in bones, it wrote it's letters

decades milling me

gilding me

chilling me

into nothing

 

but fairy bones . . . .

 

 

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Reviews

[George Korolog]

This is a poem that "sounds." As a reader, you're drawn into the sounds as much as the words, which is quite an accomplishment. Are you a musician? Like others, I thought that the piece was extremely well crafted and you also utilized vivid imagination with such lines as "Seleneieeeee baby." and "tip the top hat," which really drew me in as a personal voyeur. Liked this very much.

[Ruth]

Good gods above!
You enchant the very bones of this body! Wonder how much the microchip will control when it is mandatory?
Superb brilliance is this jewelled Selene on WritersCafe!
xx

[George Korolog]

Selene, when I first started reading this the rhythm had the beat of a rap song. Then it went away, came back and went away again. No point here, other than that happened to me when I read it.
recline here in a tangle of strips
of my own taut skin
printing myself a new story
taking blood coup inventory

Review on net box, not enough room here

[patricia]

As always, your work is in a class of its own, and the reason I love it so much is because it puts into words thoughts that would normally be impossible to describe. Thankyou.

[Pax Analog]

"birthing syntax magic/from the body tragic" -- the true poet's responsibility. Strikes me as a nugget re praxis that Paz would smile at (his The Bow & the Lyre stands alone in delineating poetics as a spiritual discipline). Syntax is also a key tracing of radical spiritual intelligence -- that rarest of qualities.

"Fairy Bones" personally makes me ache -- my poor ol' deceased mom painted fairies, elves, undines, sylphs.

The recurrent rhymes generate song sense, and the whole creates an impression of an Houdini-like escape from. . .the meaningless vagaries of praise and blame, it would seem.

And the winner for best performance by an hallucination is. . .

Some of us sleight-of-hand write to transcend writing.

Roethke said, "We need more people who specialize in the impossible."

I salute you in that shared vocation.

[Maurice]

Magnificent as always. Your style is without parallel.

[Lachenille Papillion]

Ah, sings aloud...it's not easy being self in the midst of too many hands with intent to mold. Leads to a whole lot of surprise.

[Vanessa Rico]

Wow! I can really tell you put effort into this poem...I have come across a lot of poetry on this site that feels to me that they did not put effort or passion into it! Beautiful! I really wish I could be a poet; alas, I do not have the necessary talent for it! (100!!)

[Siddhartha]

Oh, I got lost in the twisting bylanes and dark alleys here, but the joy was infinitely rewarding. The peek into someone else's soul and heart as well. This one was a treat.

[Brad]

it is the same seleney mind, with a different voice...i've noticed this a lot with your recent writes...versatile, as always, and can hear you talking this