MudGirl~

~rewinding the clock to 12~

I suppose, if you dream

you can dream me a throwback

but a poignancy may be lost

an uncertain beauty

a gossamer shift

silk threads in distinctions of the soul of a MudGirl

 

Sometimes I am human

other days I am wolf curled before the fire

against your hip

sometimes I am sunshine learning the parable of the sky

water for a thirsty man on a hot summer day

every movement a generous constant

in the walkabouts of a MudGirl

 

Earth gave me flesh

she is my mother before all other women

Sky conferred breath for my newborn lungs

he is forevermore my Father before all other men

I am water beads

and blood mead

an embroidery of elements

kin to wild terrains where the rocks roll

lover to the sea’s caress

a girl with mountains in her eyes

oh! what joy to be a MudGirl

 

I am mud

water

hummingbird and lamb

lion of the plains

the wild dancing

the mad singing

joy and sorrow of the storm

seasons color in my lines

snow on my eyelashes

rain in my mouth

colliding

blending with atoms

through the air

 

I was born a love creature

furious lightning shaped the bones in my thighs

lava in my ribs

nectar in my hips

pollen hands

cherry lips sipping the sun

eating the mud

body naked

unashamed beneath the downpour of falling stars

making love to dusk

sipping life at the side of dawn

a wild

reptilian creature

shaman

mother with breasts heavy with jewels and milk

for all the children gone

all the children to be born

 

I am spirit

skin

bones

blood

oh! What joy to be a MudGirl!

 

originally written in Dec. 1978

copyright:2005vssmd/pa.inc

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

excerpt from

 

 

 

 

 

 

 this is the original version~ there of variances in stanzas in the book due to my bad judgement of following editorial advice for the first book since I was flying by the seat of my britches~ lol

 

 

Author's Note

~ a friend and I were chatting today and he said he would like to see one of my earlier writings~ so I rewound the clock to age 12 and this particular poem~ the oldest of mine to be published, in the first book~ I wrote this for my freshman english class~as a creative writing assignment~ catholic school~ Mr. Tyrell gave me an A but it got back to the holy hell priest assistant principal who already had it in his narrow mind I was a witch~ and I was suspended for a day~mother was called in~so all around this really non spectacular and simple piece brought a whole lot of angst to the world for a time~ which just made me all the more determined to always fight for the right for creative free form expression in all areas of life for the world~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Old souls seem always in tune with nature, self, and spirit. What a blessing that you were able to express yourself through writing so wonderfully beginning so young. Your talents have only blossomed with time, each poem a petal in the flowers of your voluminous garden.

Linda Marie

[MichaelsLyric.com]

This is amazing... Simply amazing... I did not write like this when I was 12...lol.

[Lachenille Papillion]

And for those who never read this book... my sympathies... you have missed out on the greatest voice at the point of its discovery...

[Lachenille Papillion]

Knowing me the way you do, you know how much seeing this poem here at the cafe touches me...

[emmajoy]

Selene was a child with fire in her belly and words ready to set the world alight! There are too many phrases in this poem to quote as exceptional but these jump out at me: 'I am water beads ~ and blood mead ~ an embroidery of elements ~ kin to wild terrains where the rocks roll ~ lover to the sea’s caress ~ a girl with mountains in her eyes'

A convent school girl me, with not an ounce of your gift, I remember nuns wagging frowning fingers at any detour from the given path. Thank the good Lord you exerted your right to fly with your words!

[My Fair Lady]

The gifted mind is ageless and timeless. You are that... incredibly gifted. Ageless and timeless. Beautiful beautiful woman.

[Alicia Schroeder]

It is earthy that's for sure, fabulous write as alway's, your work is very inspiring.

[FireWoman]

Reading this knowing that you were only a small girl, accentuates the intelligence & well read depth that came from hours at your own reflecting pool. Dipping into Sylvia with your pen, hours reading at the library... solace can bring peace or madness. You, lovely woman are made of something not of this day's world.

[Dorothy Wells]

Wow. So deep for then age twelve! I love your visual words.

[Aven]

aww! a 12 year old selene and already wise... this does so not feel like a 12 year old wrote it. this is talent incarnate. :)