Quilting Mother~ Strings Of Son

I came upon the garden of tiny bones

through a sideways bend in an alley

my feet bare, bleeding across the graveyard no one visits

the graveyard buried deepest in the barren flowerbeds of women

 

I believe I will try to make it alright

will I succeed?

 

I always wanted a son

so a son I will build

kneeling in the remnants

picking through the ivory flutes

I find the ribs that will take my lungs

the hands that ache for my skin

covering, pulling threads of ligaments together underneath

recovering the damage

 

Am I doing alright?

or am I creating a Grendel?

 

I will sew him eye lashes with my hair

in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse

decorate his tragedy with the dolphin ring from my navel

build him a future with my will alone

 

So soft and supple

tiny boy

my threadbare boy

my beautiful little composition of pain

in my palm

how to animate your strings?

 

In the graveyard rain never falls

except from the orbits of my eyes

into the bone boy’s mouth

filling every vein

until the organs stir

and the heart rebuilds its space with the first beat

 

Grow, my lovely!

my sonnet in embroidery

take my shawl of brilliant colors

for  your traveling cloak

rise from fragility

and death

breathe . . . .

please breathe!

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

what a perfect picture!!!!! this is stunning - as I've told you - a brocade of heart and soul - painful - brilliant in its poignancy and depth! you cut to the bone with your words - "so a son I will build
kneeling in the remnants
picking through the ivory flutes
I find the ribs that will take my lungs
the hands that ache for my skin" -- - and "I will sew him eye lashes with my hair
in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse" - descriptions to envy - a little stripped back (which was the aim for this one - and so cleverly done) which adds to its rawness and intensity! and the final few lines! eesh - bravo! Edit: refuse to take any credit lol - may have added to the idea - but was all you!! ha

[Muse]

Wow this is like Frankenstein meeting the beauty of a Mothers unfilled womb. I enjoyed this morbid creation. Brilliant!

[Kerry O'Connor]

There is something arcane in the bond between mother and son - the masculine birthed from the feminine. Your words have delved into that psychology and brought a gem to light.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

What a magnificant fairytale woven with the strings of surreality. This was a deep river flowing into the ocean of passionite and longing of love. Never could have a child, but made one herself. This was twisted into the bark of a well grown tree, never to die but to be immortal and growing strong in your words and thoughts.
Simply beauteous. ~

[Cafe Reader]

Not only are you a treasure among writers, our lovely, you're a woman with a soul as deep as the ocean, no matter how much you protest!


Grow, my lovely!

my sonnet in embroidery

take my shawl of brilliant colors

for your traveling cloak

rise from fragility

and death

breathe . . . .

please breathe!



Your giving nature revealed! That's why Jake and I love you so damn much!

[Brad]

that creative genius in you, not only literally creates her own world but also births forth something palpable and fleshed out so that one can almost feel it with their hands

[Reese38]

Dear Selene, you continue to astound me with the vast array of poetic styles you mix, reinterpret and reshape into something new. In layman's terms, you blow my preconceptions of what writing is, of what writing can accomplish, straight out of the classical arena of my training. In a way my degree suddenly became just a piece of paper. I want to study YOU! You're exotic grasp of concepts is amazing!



I always wanted a son

so a son I will build

kneeling in the remnants

picking through the ivory flutes

I find the ribs that will take my lungs

the hands that ache for my skin

covering, pulling threads of ligaments together underneath

recovering the damage



Incredible emotional content.

[writing mojo]

incredible piece it should be made into an animation I love it I love the way it turned in twisted left you wondering who this oboy of pain was going to be come....more I want more of this amazing discovery....held skeletal to the closet dream..peeking.
...simply amazing stuff

[Lachenille Papillion]

Just ignore me... I will be returning to this one, again and again, until your book comes out and I can sit quietly with this one on my lap open on its page.

[LilyT]

An emotional eye for detailed expressions is just one of your many gifts.


I will sew him eye lashes with my hair

in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse

decorate his tragedy with the dolphin ring from my navel

build him a future with my will alone


Your images hold so many dual qualities, I sit right between breath taking awe and gasping pain.



Grow, my lovely!

my sonnet in embroidery

take my shawl of brilliant colors

for your traveling cloak

rise from fragility

and death

breathe . . . .

please breathe!


Here, the plea is the perfect way to bring this amazing piece of writing to a bow.
You, girl, are forever creating original, quality work. No two treasures are the same when they find themselves in your writing mind and hands.

[Marianne]

I know I haven't been around, but I always knew I would be immersed in your poetry beyond expectation or imagination...you never fail to strike me to the core, my friend...and I do have 2 sons, hoping now that I have invested my life into theirs with the breathless and intricate beauty of your love for a son you created from words which break my heart!