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....

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The imagination of a child is limitless and precious... a very charming write with some very deep undertones

[Aidz]

stunning visuals with all the characters, reminds me of the old classics we has as a child (showing me age ha), story telling at its finest.

[Siddhartha]

Oh, what a wonderful storyteller you are Selene. Reading your poems is like being a child all over again.There is that feeling of wonder, of a myriad possibilities and of falling into that cherished rabbit hole. This particular poem made me forget this dreary life and made the day come alive. What more does one want?

[LilyT]

What an amazing story teller you are, my friend. Reading such innocent and yet complex creations as this one, I really envy you your childhood when enchantment was still to be found in this world. I think what could have happened is that all that magic saved itself by grabbing onto your skin and working its way into your heart. And here we are, you slipping points of magic back into the human consciousness where ever most needed.

You must have been both a attention grabbing and challenging child! lol



“ 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.”




I can see this so clearly!!!

[OT]

I love that opening stanza!! forgot to breathe - ah you paint such whirlwind images - I think this line may sum you up - "I became a jewelry box for future maladies" - how true - the synesthetic girl playing with colours and sound - seeing what others do not - nice!! and love the name of your new book!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

A beautiful creature placed in this world with such gifts and beauty, yet left to fend for herself and explore alone. To experience what's around us in such a manner seems a double edged sword, but one you twist to your own advantage and make work with great impressiveness.

[Dream Weaver]

Sounds like a child prodigy to me who was
exposed to un-fairytaled like things... :)
Very interesting in its concept....