Innamorati~or Girl As Italian Comedy of Immortal Errors

For Bard Constantine's Mind of the Immortal | Writing Contest | ~

If I told you

god played his fiddle during creation

would you believe my drunken revelry

in swirls of milky way skirts

with spidersilk pleats

entertaining

inebriated applause of 13 angels

around my javelin hip drops;

dare I tell you the seraphs are revelers?

 

I was there

from the onset of the applause

the scream of wings meeting against the spark

of

“Let there be Light!”

as Gabriel swilled from the collapsed center of a star

asking

“Why??! We love our dark, O Lord!”;

creation happens anyway

 

I was a forethought

a ticklish idea in god’s white forelock

he swept me from his halo

tossed my molten unshape into the fray

of his sycophantic winged things

who fell like rain

quickening my celestial mud

jolly good hermaphrodites with glory stains

weaving my sacral nerves like a cat’s cradle;

“Immortal Innamorati!” they named their toy well

 

So then the eons of whorish delights

cast in human mold

my center burning with the star from god’s neuron

what grand entertainment I provided

until god grew bored

and the angels found other playthings

leaving me to a mortal, human world

 

Inside my skull is a world no one can touch

or understand

my bones carry fluid with potential to go either way

I have been daughter, and lover, and killer and knight

a thousand uniform masks in my cave

dragging my days like an old woman a bundle of sticks on her back

grown more burdensome with every ten thousand years;

now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to bleed

 

Inside a singular skull

my soul batters at the chain of bones, and skin

as my life becomes more of a Commedia dell'arte

than a gift of the immortals

my operetta in soprano pitch

shattering my glass demons from the inside out

and I dare, I dare, scream

in my mad revelry

for the original lover

who made me in the sound of “Let There Be Light”

while angels protested, for good reason;

hey little fiddle, Lillith’s got the sizzle

and the bough broke over the loom

god jumped the gun, should have made him a son

on that too much time on the hand kind of afternoon

 

 

 

If I told you

god played his fiddle during creation

it would be a hell of

a sideways tilted

Big

Bang

Theory

No?

 

Finis

 

 

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Author's Note

if you caught it, forgive me my double entendre indulgences~ I fully admit to being wicked~ =)~

Reviews

[patricia]

Loved the spidersilk pleats and the idea of seraph revellers
scream of wings against the spark of 'Let there be lights!' Superb!
collapsed center of a star...as always with your poetry I start to lose words to express the magic you conjure from that amazing mind of yours.
The idea of being a ticklish idea in gods white forelock was beautiful.
I loved...dragging my days like an old woman a bundle of sticks on her back..it melted my heart.
then the nursery rhyme rythms came like wabes and caught me up in the dance.
Thankyou as always for your very very special work.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Selene, this is sheer brilliance! Those first 4 stanzas describing creation are some of the best poetics I have seen for a long time - the scope of your imagination is immense...

I was a forethought
a ticklish idea in god’s white forelock
he swept me from his halo...

[OT]

I thought I'd reviewed it lol - too busy running off to lol on your profile comments haha - this is a stunning tale of creation and immortaity - the spins and twists throughout - the story evolves by itself and grows in momentum and power - the surreality so effortlessly flowing it along - the angels - the girl dropped into the mortal world - the immortal innamorati (love that) - a plaything abandoned - so left to claylike revelries - the descriptions throughout are fantastic - "Inside my skull is a world no one can touch
or understand
my bones carry fluid with potential to go either way" - love that - the world inside noone can touch - the gods neuron line was a wow too - just a masterpiece Seleney! loved it!

[Brad]

you've so eloquent put how us reveling angels don't dig it when the bartender hollers last call and turns up the lights!

[Ed Hart]

and we played much and laughed long, and i am still drunk on the drink of you

[FireWoman]

Ever up for the challenge Ess~ Your sexy humor dripped in the what is & the why nots are like no other. Your truth deep inside the words are a peak inside the human that is behind all of our stone faces. LOVE this one!

[SpokenWord]

Maybe us humans do have some traits of God after all as we often grow out of the things we "use" to play with. Imagine living for eternity as a cosmic joke and just how bored would one be living lifetime after lifetime. This poem makes me think about many things you see but in the end I loved the humor of it, the sharp twist and tight turns it made to repaint how we imagine God to be all serious all time into a God with humor and jokes. Just my take and yes I loved it, truly creative beyond imagination.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This is twisted, but beautiful! I loved the cultural and clever feel of a life event completely turned around, (sideways~)
Lovely job~

[Bard Constantine]

This was shall I say... divine? Immortality shaken, stirred and chased with shot of double entendre... a most potent and intoxicating blend. Your mythic weaving of words fits the subject like a silken-lined gantlet, casting immortality as the shattered shards left behind by forgetful gods. Truly epic and wonderful writing...