The Mural Of Her Lovely Dovely Disorder~

I think I was 2

the year I forgot to breathe

like a lovely lungy human

 

It was the puddle

that started it all

pushing back against the white soles

of my feet

screaming much like a viola, in incompetent hands

 

And my pores took over

as my lungs hiccupped, and gave up halfway through the inhale

invisible snake skin under my albino abnormality

opening scales in full notes

pulling pearls from oxygen atoms;

I became a jewelry box for future maladies

 

I think I was 2

the year I began to notice

that others do not notice things like I do

 

So off I went to Crone,

she was made from the bark of a yew

day lilies in her apron

she scryed from mother earth things

and I said, “Crone, tell me

 

“ why does Snow send arrows into my meat

and fillet my good manners with every flake

  and what kindness have I done, that Sun would feed me such sweet rays

from its strong beams

  and how is it that Horse makes perfect sense to me,

while stable Master grumbles on about how no Horse should be this complex

  and why do all the village folk embroider with such spices,

and make such emotional patterns from the blink of their eyes

  and on a side note, since I’m here anyway, why is the sly sky blue.”

 

Crone pulled a thorn from her side

placed it between my third and fourth Eye (yes there is more than three)

made talk with her leaves

as she pulled her roots to expose the dark soil of UnderLands

“Go, all your answers are sideways. But you already know that.”

and I leaped around and bent

falling into this Unfairy Tale one painful pirouette

at a Time

until my tip toes were worn to ivory bones

leaving pearl and blood drops

in ever print

across UnderLands 

 

 

 

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

preExpert from UnFairy Tales From Underland in publication Dec. 2011

Reviews

[Crowley]

Scrumptious, an autobiographical peak into the nature of staggering genius. When we look at things in a way that most percieve as out of context.....we have to realize that there as many realites as there are contexts. The sideways interpretation may be the dimension that changes the world. This one is large....

[David W Moore III]

Would that my palate could taste what yours does. I'm sure it's been a curse as well as a gift, but to be able to breath poetry... I truly can't wait for the finished piece on this. And on a side note, why is Asrafel not here?

[JelliFyshKissUs]

You are the only one in the world who has been given the gift to see straight, dovely. ...a special privilege to see the world in the color, shapes, smells and tastes that the universe hides from the rest of us, because we are not humble enough to stop and beseech them for it. Your mind is an absolute gift... NOT and abnormality.

[Grace]

This is a most fabulous piece of art and what vivid imagery! Absolutely love it! Great pen ~Grace~

[Matthew Kult]

delicious. A great appetizer till the main course.

Matthew

[aweavers]

I really enjoyed this.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Go..........all your answers are sideways.......this excerpt is delightful!

[Tommy]

I think that those who have tasted the reality of life at such a tender young age would see the world in a different shade of light; not taking it for granted, but rather embracing the gift that it is to just be here…This piece reminds me of the little girl’s story that Deni posted on F.B. the other day…The one with terminal cancer…

This is a favorite!

Great Write Selene!
RLG,
Tommy

[arbitrary jane]

oh my beating heart. your first stanza... and then all the others after. just unbearable in their beauty. pinpoint language and sky-wide creation. 'all your answers are sideways'... yes, and the viola screaming puddle and the understandings of things and the final pirouette unto pearly, bloody, print-rich death.
amazing, amazing work.

[FireWoman]

Embracing a uniqueness that some never learn to cherish. Gifts given to us are not always appreciated immediately... The Crone was right, don't you hate when that happens! ;)

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Thank for a glimpse...
I have killed off far too many brain cells, yet I understood this on a deeper level. I think my two year old awoke for a moment. There is a bright flash of freshness and wonder.
Beautiful writing