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.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

You write with such a surreal quality Selene and you are brilliant at the words you weave with such eloquence.

[Andrew Wright]

I wish I could travel through your mind and unravel what makes the genius in you shine...

[Ann Marcaida]

The Goddess as manifested in Ariadne, Eve, Morgana, and Jezebel-- and it's not nice to screw with Mother Nature!

Featured on my Twitter account today.

[Crowley]

Your writing is as consistently good as anyone I have ever seen. This excerpt is so packed with beautiful lines and rhymes and descriptive visions, it literally makes me shake my head and ask myself what I am doing writing at all. Really nice stuff.

[Jibey]

This fable unfolds with a glitter of images that whirl and sparkle as the story proceeds... I loved the suggestive hints and the edge throughout the writing... a magic carpet indeed... charming the reader

[Maurice]

An awesome poem. Your style is inimitable in its specialness.

[Robin]

Art, beautiful, wonderous art .

[dovetailer]

like everyone, you have your dreams of loving without strife
amazing how past fantasies come true sometimes in life
that dreams in times before we met just happen to come true
that things you wished for ...hoped to be...appeared...long overdue

back in those days you never met a love you didn’t hate
not knowing what lay up ahead...you had no time to wait
you fashioned all you gleaming mail...your suit of armor strong
supplanted love with lustful jousts that never lasted long

relied on no one... all alone...though battle scarred and proud
left suitors bleeding in the dust...whimpering out loud
the armor plates were bolted strong...a diamond-crusted skin...
you built it tight and so secure...that no one could get in

you faced life down...lived by your rules...no one to owe or pay
no one to share...to love or lose...you had it all your way
for every one that came along to soften all your might
proved to be just like the last...just proved you had it right

and in your soul one precious gift...your words are all aligned
with scintillating beauty write of all that you’d resigned
your soulful notes...dark...bittersweet...imbue life- sweetened pain
upon the hearts of those they touch...time and time again...

and you well hidden in your shell of gleaming armor strong
still wished there’d be a worthy knight come galloping along
one to hold you in his arms...no thoughts of harm but care
he’d whispers words as sweet as yours...you’d gladly slumber there

one day he chanced to cross your path...your soul he hoped to win...
his touch was one of tenderness...you shed your second skin
how cruel you didn’t meet before...when Time was on your side...
when you could love capriciously...no thought or need to hide

and now your souls have touched and tasted that which now could be
an Enemy has reared its head...insidious is he
you don your armor as before...you focus on the fight
white knuckled grasp upon your blade...you war with all your might

you feel his presence in your soul...his strength beats in your heart
he stands by you...you’re back to back...you’re just a breath apart
his words bring comfort as you toil...they’re weightless...borne on air
he calls you from a dream of dreams...you thrill and join him there

[Liza]

A reader is taken into a celestial World through the images and emotions painted with Celeste's words...there's so much to see and learn with her style. thank you for sharing yourself with us.

[bbb]

An amazingly constructed work of art! I don't quite understand the gist of the story, yet I can visualize all of it if that makes sense. An awe-inspiring read, to say the least!