Magik Carpet Ride~

There was an angel in a pleat of her memory like glass

where an unborn child wove songs out of wheat and barley grass

and paradise curled outward from inward moments lost

and the seraph bent to mouth words of opal and of frost

 

She was gifted with the spinning of a vermillion blossom's loom

and seashells from the sea where the dolphins dig their tombs

from a fairy tale caught spinning crystal spider eyes

where people are like birds but still they cannot fly

 

She stalked mirages on the edge of parchments etched with bliss

and though she hungered for so much she passed it all up with a hiss

and opened up a crystal ball with her lips upon his brow

to shake up every night with blessing with which to bind him to his vow

 

Her little hands pulled ribbons through the porcelain and jade

with which he'd made the doll for her hoping she would play

but her earth beats crushed the tiny head with volatile ire

and she tossed it with his gift of pearls into the dragon's mouth of fire

 

~When you stroke your velvet antlers up against my curves and hollows

   I surrender every edge of me, the pain, the bruising and the sorrow

   when you give me tears instead of blood I don't know what to do

   for I'm ravenous and bent and get off on different hues~

 

She walked the children past the smoke into shapes no gods would dare

of beauteous sounds in halls of glass where beasts lay golden and engraved

she disassembled and she scattered all the cells that made them whole

and drank them down like crimson wine on a sigh in afterglow

 

She created with her mouth and sculpted with her hands

her hips like sinuous fortunes in a love line crossing lands

they crawled out of the laughter, feeding on her ache

every one of them a mad one winged in fallen hate

 

She disassembled and she scattered little rivulets of cells

and licked them from her golden mouth, a flick of organelles

she bathed in every afterlife and in the fountain of the youth

filling up her hollow core with wine and bread and fruit

 

She gave up sex only for angels and kissed their brow with lies

her beauty so distracting as the world beneath them sighed

moving to the sound of wings rushing up her mounds

spilling through her diamond pores until mankind paused, unwound

 

~When I dress you up in songs and you see the lion on my psalm

    will you understand then what I am and wish that you'd been wrong

    will you cry against my shoulders as I tear through all of man

    whispering against your lips that like all of them, you're damned~

 

And so the story ended and the blood curtain came down

the kitty kat she curtsied and the jeweled man grinned and bowed

and hand in hand they turned from this audience of pain

and rode off on a carpet of gold and red brocade

rode off into a sunset the color of a god

who forgot his little tin men and his women bound in lies

and the moral of this story is immoral as the life

that he and she and you waste

on this magik carpet ride

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Nancy S.]

Every time I read this one, I am breathless. I am in awe, such depth of emotion assembled on a bed of hues both brightened and darkened with the rawest edges of humanity and the idealism of Gods... It leaves an ache that screams nothing seems more like a dream than a 'damned' reality...

There is no one like you in this lifetime, the caliber of your talent must journey to yesterdays or perhaps tomorrows for a review by your peers... I think you are eternal, stuck here in limbo, the extraordinary hidden among the ordinary...

I know you will think, 'Nah, I'm just like everybody else flawed in humanity...' and that's just another reason why you are so special... a writer... a woman... a soul.

[Immortal1967]

I love the flow of this, the story it tells, and the depth into the psyche that you delve. All i can really say to this is wow!

[TAO]

I would bet a fortune against an omniscient god that you could turn lead into gold. Your work always leaves me on the right side of high. What do we say today? Of course, we like it. The images you paint in our mind, they are a constant breath of fresh air (fresh air for which there is value like diamonds to the set of lungs I'm killing). Awesome read, again and again Ms. Selene.

[Awdures]

Wild, erotic untamed and ultimately you. I've grown to love your trips into surreal worlds over the past few months Selene. Your velvety meter and the use of words to take us on a journey is magnificently sublime. Amazing once again how you take the reader by the hand and take us to the depths of your vivid living imagination.

I still say I'd adore to walk a mile in your shoes :)

[DamienHino]

Beautiful poem

[Pax Analog]

This wise childlike fable summons images of Chagall, and Rilke's sense of awesome angels, uncuddly chill in their transpersonal demands.

The intricate tapestry of your rumination is woven w/fibers of levitation, making the denouement a majestic inevitability.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You have the magnificent gift of going from plateau to plateau without going into the abyss. Indeed, your writing is like a magik carpet ride; and we all want to go with you on this journey.

You are spellbinding!

Linda Marie

[KaySea]

wow

[Marianne]

Surreal, sublime, absolutely incredibly unique writing...and I will never tire of repeating my awe and adoration of your brilliance, your God-given talent and genius !!

Nancy is right....this is a breathless read and RIDE..............:)

[deeps]

This is such a wonderful and beautiful write.

[RTB]

alladin jk haha no great detail very pretty i thot it was great!!