Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Fantasia of the Flutterwings



Circle Limit IV, M.C. Escher



Fantasia of the Flutterwings




In the fiesta 
of the Dead's day
where the flutterwings live
where the spidersnakes slide,
the sun 
only comes after
the orgasm of rain, his
grunts quickly stifled, his teeth polite;
but the capes of the shadowtrees
mate simultaneous,
 reticulated, wet,
their love dries slowly
as the dayflower opens
the caramel sky.
Blushed with cerise
the other cheek turns,
the flutterwings burn 
till the last of the night,
the lust of the rain
brings their time.

~June 2013




Flying Fox, Vincent Van Gogh, 1886








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14 comments:

  1. the sun
    only comes after
    the orgasm of rain...isn't he a nice guy fir doing that? smiles...sorry i could not resist...whole lotta love making going on...a little magic surreality

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  2. I've been sitting here counting syllables, trying to figure out why your line breaks work so well. Normally, when a piece flows as well as this one does, a pattern emerges, but if there is a pattern, I can't find it. I guess I will just have to admire how this lands on the ear, without knowing how you did it.

    PS--I love "time flies when you're flying"!

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    1. I kind of just worked on balancing the stresses, then at a few points I switched them up for emphasis. Thanks, Shay.

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  3. I have to echo Shay. This moves beautifully. And, "his grunts quickly stifled, his teeth polite" just rocks!

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    1. Thanks, MZ. Had to work at that part more than any other in this one.

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  4. This reminds me of a highly sensualized Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky kind of poem - with a kind of Mexican day of the dead bent - very cool - the sounds are just beautiful, and the grunts of the sun and the mating wings of the shadowtrees very cool. I picture there the actual shadows of trees meeting and mottling the grass - lovely. The other cheek turns quite wonderful too -- all kinds of cheeks going on! Cool poem with kind of a whimsical sense of humor too, I thought, in the sensual dark. k.

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    1. Great read, k. Thanks for getting it, as always. I am thinking Lewis Carrol meets Stephen Crane--but no telling where these come from, except my over-active dreams. ;_)

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    2. Ah. Stephen Crane is so cool - I've not read for a long time but remember finding very dramatic. Wonderful to have over-active dreams. I've been waking up all nght thinking of tax law, which is an exceeding awful recent development in my psyche. Really not even very good for nightmares - as I'm awake--and it's boring. Much better to have bats in the belfry. k.

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    3. Sounds like the ultimate nightmare to me--infinite tedious detail, and job detail at that. I hope there are some bells in my belfry, to keep the bats awake. ;_)

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  5. This is gorgeous to read, and to envision. Wow. Fantastic writing, kiddo!

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  6. What a wonderfully lush metaphor, Hedge. I love the flutterwings, which leaves the specific creature up to our imaginations and the spider snakes.. oooo.. what heinous beasts they must be. This is some witchery, with the suggestion of gods and goddesses in the rain and the day.

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  7. You and your Dia de Muertos and flying mammals.
    You take the creepiness right out of them.
    Muy Poetic Chiquita...:-)

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  8. the sun
    only comes after
    the orgasm of rain, his
    grunts quickly stifled, his teeth polite; I love this, a gorgeous write.

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