Cedar And Black Velvet~

How do you dress a girl

who believes in her own flora and not her girlish thing

for an evening out

on the black velvet town?

Do you fold the sticks against the branches

of her her arms

for the fantasy of  leather  sleeves?

Do you uproot her from the greek flower pot

and squeeze her moist, earthen toes

into Prada?

Do you strip her leaves

for the allure of rouge and the coy eyelashes

flirting with the keen of a thousand predators?

Do you shake her

until all her fruit

have scattered around those mesmerizing stilleto heels?

And even

even should you get this far

what then of the antlers growing from her personal myth?

And what of the prismatic diorama

the landscape of her nature

spinning in the planets of her eyes?

 

There is no triumph

in caging the canary

she will sing

and sing

until the blood runs down the bars of her cage;

wether the blood is yours

or hers

is the gamble

 

Cedar girl lost the male thing

lost her her coy skin and smeared smile

on his lapel

in a club on the boardwalk

and found the perfect spot along the coast

to root

 

Of course

the canary found her in the rising sun

and made a nest of dreams in her theoretical branches;

and they lived surrealy ever after

just sideways to the moral if this immortal tale

the end

 

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note

bad neurons~ always firing off at the most inopportune moments~

Reviews

[LilyT]

Mingling mythology, and reality as only you can do, Selene. There are a dozen different hidden implications as regards the actions of the human being through her endless movements throughout the maturation process. Lately your explorations of character and natural selection of individualistic development are remarkable in their depth and significance.

There is no triump

in caging the canary

she will sing

and sing

until the blood runs down the bars of her cage;

wether the blood is yours

or hers

is the gamble





Striking stanza. You and your exotic Pandora's box always leave me stunned.

[...]

There is no triumph
in caging the canary
she will sing
and sing
until the blood runs down the bars of her cage;
wether the blood is yours
or hers
is the gamble

COMPLETLY AWESOME!!!!! LOVE those lines,
This is intriguing and fancinating, I like this write.
Awesome job!

[Larry Dyson]

@arbitrary jane..a fittingly symbolic portrait of the inner untamable wilds of woman.:

'what then of the antlers growing from her personal myth?
And what of the prismatic diorama
the landscape of her nature
spinning in the planets of her eyes?'
yes and the hip hop regaling of the words as only a few if any catch it.. the overshadowed reference to her antlers..delving deep into freudian slips of horns and mythologies...like the aurora borealis of her youthful energy radiating across the Coming of Age, and loss, oh so willing of the virginal look at the sins tempting.

[Wildfleour]

You had me at the title and I hung on, breathless, through the words...feeling every one of them.

[S.Hunt]

You really took me on strange ride- i like it. lol

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I finally undestood this poem after a long time...
But all that time was worth it, because this is a really great poem!

[MuSe Ampoule]

A twist to the hopeful light, she bends her branches for the chance of survival and maybe bliss. You have such a knack for weaving myths, new, old, inventive, creative to show us what we're made of.

[Aidz]

Why do I feel like I should have had a daughter when I read this???......????

A question is all

[arbitrary jane]

a fittingly symbolic portrait of the inner untamable wilds of woman.:

'what then of the antlers growing from her personal myth?
And what of the prismatic diorama
the landscape of her nature
spinning in the planets of her eyes?'

and this here... this filled me up like a balloon made of skin and tissue.:

'she will sing
and sing
until the blood runs down the bars of her cage;
wether the blood is yours
or hers'

this is strong and true and stirring, and it is clever and smart and precise and crafted with uncommon imagination and soul.
you slice through language with the ease of a practiced samurai, and the vanguard creativity of a picasso.
moved and impressed as always.

[Thea]

"There is no triumph

in caging the canary"

Excellent...Simply wonderful...The idea you used here is just brilliant...

[.]

You make me feel like a natural woman...(singing) ..to be free of constraints of stereotypes, labelled to fulfill the desires of a throbbing media frenzy..what a wonderful world it would be..although I wouldn't say no to the prada shoes..