Puss In Boots With Quiver~

Diana pulled the arrow

tipped with gasping sparrow

from my side

poured herself into my wound

to seal my ribs divide

still, broken under glass

my pheasant

beautiful and pleasant

dainty in this rage

little hands

tightening

on the allegory of his cage

one

two

unbuckle my blues

three

four

unburden my muse

pebbles on the downhill roll

turn to boulders

the Hood loads his scroll

slashing runes into the mud

my hands plunge

dream deep

stroke the barrel of unlove

until the little girl

unfurls

memory in sheets

drying

as she bleeds

gazing at the sun

her lace corset undone

five

six

crushing soul wine from the river Styx

seven

eight

circumnavigate my pain

the holster slips

the lace in my spine trips

up the animal

fingertips press the pressure points

of a heart’s cannibal

Purr licks the wounds

in long strokes

while all the hated men plunged into one

smoke

tobacco quivers

her hips rotate in firelight

while her bone spurs shiver

nine

ten

tear

rend

 

here kitty

kitty

here’s some pity

you’re so pretty

pink little crush

the Dragon’s plush

toy

oh boy

your violence is so coy

mirror mirror

show me hell

behind me

his reflection swells

count from one

and up to ten

shall I gut him

or go Zen

my totem howls

under the moon

eating all the double blooms

and what I fear

is fear in girl

which will cultivate her wolf in turn

and then the Puss

the pouty girl

will shed the masks of human pearls

and then in backward

ten

through one

with jaw unhinged

there will be blood

 

 

 

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Reviews

[LilyT]

I'm going to focus on the surreal artistry, and the mastery of a primal rhyme perspective that buries itself right in the marrow and takes the mind back to those fire and cave days intersected with a future. You seem to have no limitations when it comes to the cultivation of language. Not just the English language, but the human language of poetry, and the divine language of spirit. Your ability to mix up a brew of such a high caliber as this, incorporating rhyme and subject matter from such diverse sources is a gift you've been given that I haven't observed in anyone else. Your mind is a treasure chest. Yes, I said chest.
(:


here kitty
kitty
here’s some pity
you’re so pretty
pink little crush
the Dragon’s plush
toy
oh boy
your violence is so coy
mirror mirror
show me hell
behind me
his reflection swells
count from one
and up to ten
shall I gut him
or go Zen
my totem howls
under the moon
eating all the double blooms
and what I fear
is fear in girl
which will cultivate her wolf in turn
and then the Puss
the pouty girl
will shed the masks of human pearls
and then in backward
ten
through one
with jaw unhinged
there will be blood




You are such a complex beauty.

[Brad]

there you go...unhinging that jaw again!

[Ed Hart]

your totem howls...and in the circles of love that surround you, some stand close

[Bard Constantine]

Suffocating expressions of feelings of imprisonment and oppression of the spirit; this speaks volumes in a poetic timbre that resonates like a slug to the chest...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow that was quite intense... everyone has a breaking point and those who seem mellow and hold in there feelings can be the most dangerous when they finally let go. A very slick write that rolls off the tongue but raw in driven emotion.

[Ruth]

Selene, each read is a taste of surreal delight....simply lush in every delicate tone of the word! I am immersed, invited, charmed, shaken and reeling after each read!
You my sweet, are genius!
xx

[Lilly Negoi]

i simply can't stop on a particular expression - the entire poem flows, circles and floods my mind...

[Robin]

ethologically evocative , lucid focus on the surrealscape of demands , of the chokehold of jealousy , of will against instinct - this declaration , this preservation of self , precariously tipping between Zen and Blood ... you pour ink in the deepest of hues

[Reese38]

What can any of us say but that you're the personification of expressive language. Incomparable.

[David W Moore III]

You always manage to bottle up so much into each one of these. Between the imagery and the message and the pain. This one screams to be let out.

[Liza]

i'm amazed at a couple of things about this write, that its been viewed 428 times and i'm the 3rd review, you certainly capture lots of attention dearest Selene - i adored the comparisons of cats to a woman's heart, we certainly can be like cats - i know i can - i want in when i'm out, out when i'm in...my domesticity cuddles comfort until i want to be driven out in the wild...