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.

[FireWoman]

Write it out so you can breathe inside your tightly tied corset.

Writing it never "rights" it, but maybe it will soothe others that have had the same fate fall upon them.

And you were nor ever will be fat, only PHAT~

[Kerry O'Connor]

I find the use of rhyme to be very innovative - not your usual thing, yet you do it so well.
So many relevant observations:

push the platter off the table
mad girl hatter
terrified of getting fat and fatter...

[Rossen]

Overwhelmed with the plethora of sounds brilliant lines and
thoughts of curved stinger and pushing off platters, blaming the moon
I love this tune, love to surf your curves and waves,
magical,


Rossen~

[Rikkevi Rue]

chillingly captivating, i was led through a museum of many past works of art, poetry, children's stories, myths and horror...my guide, a wild and wily blond, holding a mirror, had artfully channeled my attention to only the mirror which she most cleverly and deftly panned and twisted, shivving first this way and then that my own imagination so that the flash of images formed into a collage that ever so titillatingly stimulated my mind with flickering images of the past; conceptual sampling at a new level! the story told enticing and lulling me, nay gripping me just like the spider was lured by that fly... yet my own mind supplying all the contexts, so who to blame...and perhaps the allure even drawn out of the reality of equally sad and frightening experiences of my youth! No possibility of turning back, i plodded on spellbound (blissfully mind you) and by about the fifth reading was lost, swimming in an ocean of images and meanings, nuances and possibilities....poetic selenetic nirvana!

I've often said the real judge of a piece is how much it inspires and invites, demands and extracts ones own contribution of personal realities and thoughts...how much does it involve one and persuade him to contribute from his own experience. That is to me what this poem achieves, it subtly slides over from being YOUR story to being the READERS story...ahhh such mastery is divine!

[Tommy]

Wow! This is a deep sentiment of pain. A story of being used and over used; the deep breath after a storm, it isn’t the rain that washes us clean, but the fire that burns after the rage, a creation of static. I felt the release in this. The flow is wonderful and fast, the rhyme is fitting and helps keep the pace. Selene, this is awesome! This piece is one of my favorites of yours, and a favorite of mine.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Ashesh]

there is no other way for you to go but to outcast all those pile of dirt settled in their minds. for that if they bait you, crucify you-- that is death worth dying for.. and you would turn into angel.
eloquently written as always. loved it .Namaste! :)

[SpokenWord]

You already know I loved this poem for its strength and fight as well as the art and true creative spirit behind it. Through all of this I felt that she would win in the end but I think if I am not mistaken they crucified her into nothing. What a ride this story took me on, amazing, strong, creative and all you superb at it's best.

[Linear]

That.....well reading it was like falling over a waterfall of slowly cascading words all running, tumbling down together to splash, perhaps over fairy bones, like a magical song...........:O)

[Robin]

not many could handle the inkwell your pen dips from ~

soul calligraphy