When Life Hands You A Stem Kiss It Full Of Blooms~

It was of course the blue moon

that slid into Horse's mouth

spread itself like ribbons around his vocal chords

gave his tongue just the right tweak

to puff an expletive with plumes of white breath into the air

that made Girl reflex back

and curve around to give him side eye

her wing hands made of incomplete white paper skin

tight in dark mane

strong thighs honed by decades of pirouettes and ronde de jambes

a deep press into his body

she arched one dark brow

"Horse, did you just say son of a b***h?"

and horse whinnied and pursed his mouth

"Of course not, horses do not have the capacity for human speech."

Girl just smiled

and pressed her cheek into his neck

her ribs' embrace

edging his spine

taut belly a pulse against the beat of his hooves

through the midnight snow flakes

 

It was of course the blue moon

that anthropomorphized Horse just enough

to bend his knees to straw

to lay his body against Girl

to rest his jaw upon her shoulder

to ask

"What is that and why are you so focused on it?"

Girl leaned her brow against his muzzle

"You know if anyone else took such liberties with my shoulder they'd be eating my fist."

Horse rolled one black eye to the reflect of a blue moon dripping across the sky

"You did not answer my question, tough girl."

"Well horse, this is a portable DVD player and the movie you are interrupting is Inglorious B******s."

and Horse said

"Give me some popcorn, I will watch it with you."

 

It was of course the blue moon that turned Horse into a film critic

who simply would not shut up

until Girl closed her eyes and leaned deep into the pocket of his warmth

between the neck and the jaw

"Tired, Girl?"

"Yes, Horse."

and of course it was the blue moon

that moved Horse to smooth her hair with his cheek

and rest his chin on her rising

falling breastbone

"What is that?"

Horse inclined his head to look between the swelling of human breasts

and Girl shrugged

"It is Life and Death."

"It doesn't belong there."

"No it doesn't but it is what it is Horse."

"Tell me, girl, how often do you annoy people shrugging everything off with that altruistic statement."

"The answer to that would be why would I care?  Now let's Zen."

"You are a strange Girl."

"And you are a strange Horse."

 

And of course it was the blue moon

that took a moment from the world

to wrap around a Horse and his Girl

in a stable

in an unassuming moment

and just before dawn hit the farm with everydays

Horse bit the edge of plastic tubing

and like a whisper

slid the thick steel of the needle from between Girl's breasts

"What is this? Are you taking both Life and Death from me?"

"Yes."  Horse bit the tubing and flicked the hard metal point of pain with his tongue

into a corner

"And what now?"

"Close your eyes and go to sleep, Girl."

"You get away with so much because I love you, Horse."

 

It was of course the blue moon in her final drop

that gave Horse what he asked for

though in turn unwrapped itself from his vocal chords

and reshaped his tongue more equine and acceptable to a world

that lacks the capacity to really grasp the miracles

fluctuating at the periphery of meta~consciousness

and Horse took what he asked for between his teeth

slipped the dew kissed stem of it into the hole of the vein between Girl's breasts

the blossoms of the blue rose

dreaming through her skin

into her heart

 

Life is good

thought Horse

and put his head in the cradle of Girl's arms .  . . .

the new year paused at exactly 6am

to stop and take a look at what Blue Moon had done

and it hiccupped a slight bend of a bow smile

reality flexed inward

time lost its focus

the new year placed the moment into a soap bubble

a Girl and a Horse

elapsed in a snow globe

on a mantle

by a sea

 

 

copyright:2010vssmd/pa.inc

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

 

 

excerpt from The Surreal Stalks And Times Of A GutterGirl~

 

release date: August 28th, 2010 at bookstores and online~

Author's Note

~here is a girl with a terminal illness who has taken the myth of her culture and wrapped it around everydays~ in her worlds animals talk and are warm and alive~ here there is no death or dreary sickness from chemical IV coctails~ here there is only a dimesional shift of the slightest degree but just enough to permit girl the luxury of dying wrapped in the fantastical worlds we forget with maturity~

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

wow, this is really stirring stuff, and you've painted wonderful portraits of two very interesting characters, in one very cool poem.
You did not answer my question, tough girl."
"Well horse, this is a portable DVD player and the movie you are interrupting is Inglorious B******s."
and Horse said
"Give me some popcorn, I will watch it with you."
now those were some very neat words. great write!!

[Robin]

deep exhale , there is so much beauty in this, and a reaiity few could even begin to understand ,

[Pax Analog]

Yet another enchanting zone. . .Your patented surreal martial art wrapped in a childlike fine fable. I get a cumulative sense reading you of joystick down-shifting or speeding into interminable crystal spheres of wild wonders. And your indomitable sensibility is unfazed by even Death, because you've assumed the ninja assassin's stance in the first place. Even a poignant fable like this retains a slowed-down sense of life and death vigilance. The entire charming exchange w/girl and horse resolving into soap bubble into snow globe makes one long for a device to record the attendant visual animation it so naturally catalyzes. Beautiful. I love the range of application you find for your verbal martial artistry. The title triggers a visual reversal of the dark wit of Morticia in the Addams Family snipping off the flowers to enjoy the stems.

[Tony]

For once, I'm speechless.

[Maurice]

This poem is very powerful and moving. The characters come alive in their dialogue and the descriptions you have used here.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This made me think of the movie, The Labyrinth, with David Bowie, and how he would move the glass globes between his fingers, up and down his arm, and how, when he flung them to the air, they would float with scenes within them. I can see Jennifer Connelly as she danced in her long, flowing, white dress with her hair in dark ringlets down her back.

Your poem has that same mystical, transformative quality. It transports us into a magical realm where even something as ugly as death becomes beautiful in a darkly poetic way.

I love the turn about on the phrase, "When life gives you lemons make lemonade." "When life hands you a stem, kiss is full of blooms" is so much more beautiful.

This poem has such a narcotic breath of beauty that it's hard to believe it's about a little girl who is sick and dying. This is a testament to the power of writing. You place your hands inside the mind of the reader, and turn it inside out.

Your words invoke our wish for beauty out of burden. You rouse the rustling leaves of our dreams and awaken the senses unto a heightened realm of glory.

Linda Marie

[Bubo]

Such a purely imaginative write, and one that I see clearly, when we think of youngsters struggling with the ordeal of long term sickness, this speaks of the beauty that the mind can be free to any possibility, I have no words to tell you what a stunning writer you are, and the beauty your words bring into this dull world.

[Ed Hart]

i have no words

[Kimber L]

I have always liked this one Selene! :)

I just watched Inglourious Basterds for the first time last night!

I also love your Author's Note Selene - it gives us even more insight into the thoughts behind the wonderful writing that is you. We all form our own interpretations of your work and what it means to us as individuals based on our life experience and what we bring to it when we are reading it. Knowing what you are putting into it when writing it makes it so much more of an experience - rounding it out for us even more (especially people for me who don't really understand poetry and who (gasp) never really enjoyed it THAT much until stumbling across your fascinating works!!!) You have brought me around to the more literary side! :) You have made me a believer! You showed me it can be sensual and beautiful and interested. All the things I never quite understood or grasped before. I get it now.... so thank you and MUAH!

[Dream Weaver]

What a wonderful write Selene. I was
riveted from the first few lines....
Just a sensational piece of work..

[Art]

excellent work Selene...if the world or the individual has the opportunity to escape death with an adventure into fantasy...why not...the pleasure of living outside of this world is as you say something we loose within our maturity...

nice...