Girl Who Stripped Skin From UnFairy Tales~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole~twisting fairy tales~She tripped between the words the turning pages hissed the consonants ripped she fell into the arbor of her gown of beads and pearls tears streaming her nails on the stone ground screaming blood calligraphy in rivulets she, pleading “don’t write me like this!” Perrault paused his pen weaving eyes gleaming ink in the story mad man in dark glory writing her a sire chained by odd desires a mother in the ground covered with daisies maidens praying knees in mud Perrault overplaying his hand the fairy godmother drew a plan princess asked the king for virtue he painted her skin gown in lavender, in skye blues daughter asked her sire for mercy but he broke the moon in twain and laid her out for burning she asked him for reprieve but he poured the sun out on her mystique and then she begged him for the skin of the animal, his sin and he covered her in paints Perrault’s fingers nimble pressing deep her tale into the parchment torn with pain while she in donkey skin and silks bound by blood came undone there beneath the canopy where poets dream insanity she reached between the paper and grabbed the writer’s wrists and bent bent him deep into her story stripping him of mind of glory rushed her soul up and above to the side and through his gloves buried herself in the veins while pressing his last pained refrain into the ink the pages marred the princess poured the ink in drips pressed the quill against his story wrapping him in donkey skin the girl, she flipped the writers sin adjusted every golden link unbound of adjectives and nouns she coaxed the action verbs to ground and ground she did while Perrault screamed trapped in his own bloody dream And I tottered on the edge of seat a little girl at old crone’s feet she spoke but once, then after that “do you, my child, then comprehend? The moral and the lesson here?” I nodded, whispered “Yes I hear” and in the pleats of ruby cape the dagger in my hand regained its sweet intent now clear and bold I knew then there the stories told were guideposts toward absolution and I gave the loom my resolution spun my blood drops through the quilt rose unwound my hand on hilt of blade and story writer’s oath I stepped out of the donkey skin into the cradle of the boat weaving princess out of shackles into girl with sword for brambles drowning Perraults in a barrel; unbind This Book at your own peril © 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAuthor's Note
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Added on March 14, 2011Last Updated on March 14, 2011 Tags: poetry, seleneskye, donkey skin, Charles Perrault, surreality, twists AuthorNoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAsIf, Trippy Cottontail, JapanAboutVictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..Writing
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