Lonely Children's Recipe For Myth Adventures~A Beginner's Course In Horse Tales

In onyx

my body sets its jewel

between the setting of the sun

and the moon above the trees

I find the rhythm for the onset of life

in velvet flares of deep breathing

my fingers elongate into ivory ribbons

through the sea of a jet horse

a  voluptuous human lean

in Snow White myth adventures

my milk

dew against a charcoal illustration drinking color

from my eyes in emerald for the pines

indigo from hard muscles in motion

moistening the atoms slipping through the story of us

a girl

and a horse

amalgamated

in the teapot leaves of a lonely child under a mist canopy

drawing the future with slow sips of perennials

and honey

with a side of lemon for a foal

rocking in the corner

of her personal fairy tale

 

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Reviews

[OT]

"a girl
and a horse
amalgamated
in the teapot leaves of a lonely child under a mist canopy
drawing the future with slow sips of perennials
and honey
with a side of lemon for a foal
rocking in the corner
of her personal fairy tale" - love those lines especially the last two - the rocking in the corner of her personal fairy tale - and the teapot leaves of a lonely child is just inspired - love that image! nice!

[Scytheriax]

I have to say that I loved this poem.
The first lines in particular I liked best.
The imagery and diction in this poem are wonderful.
Keep up the good work!

[Penlady]

I can see the horse rocking the shadows in the corner with a ray of sun beaming throgh the attic window (where a trundle bed met me each night) I loved the attic room a treasure place close to the stars and my imagination.
Your fairy tale is far more elegant with porcelain doll images and painted rocking horses with real manes, but to each there is a childhood, the best, imagined.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I think this should be called Selene in Wonderland... a great combination of a childhood and adult fantasy.

I find the rhythm for the onset of life
in velvet flares of deep breathing
my fingers elongate into ivory ribbons
through the sea of a jet horse
a voluptuous human lean
in Snow White myth adventures

LOVE IT!!

[anaisbelieve]

All I could see in my mind as I read this was a beautiful Hippocamp... long ribbons of mane and tale in Poseidon's sea. I love when I read something of yours and it just keeps going in my head, this crazy changeling myth...

[Amy Bumpas]

This is mystical, a childs playground, a adults dream....

[Aidz]

Succulent words formed a vision of beauty, softly upon my eyes.... Beautiful in fact Selene

[Cafe Reader]

Magic girl. You're sweet potion hits all the right spots every time.





dew against a charcoal illustration drinking color

from my eyes in emerald for the pines

indigo from hard muscles in motion

moistening the atoms slipping through the story of us

a girl

and a horse

amalgamated

in the teapot leaves of a lonely child under a mist canopy

[Ed Hart]

oh my, oh my, you unraveled my heart with the shimmer of that image

[Desert Dreamer]

I feel as if I am witnessing the birth of a new fairy tale...your use of language is magical.

[LilyT]

a girl

and a horse

amalgamated

in the teapot leaves of a lonely child under a mist canopy

drawing the future with slow sips of perennials

and honey

with a side of lemon for a foal

rocking in the corner

of her personal fairy tale


You, my dearest, are the definition of a fairy tale. Your poetry is wine off the ripest vines ever known to mankind.