Cream For The Feral House Lion

Cream For The Feral House Lion

I liked it when

you'd shadowdance

silent across the electric grass

for your dawn saucer of cream

beige on beige, yellow-eyed dream

giving back less than a cat

but still, absently

clawing away

some of the grey on grey.

Now there's just drought and

wind, empty as the exhale

of copper-sweet cat's breath

or bleaching kudo hide,

only the grit in my knee

grinding, no music of bones

nor dance of the mind,

no purr-rumbled words,

their inexplicable comfort;

nothing left of
you, not the bouyant

Archimedean arc of your desires,

your moon-sown Tarot

serpent sure, lion wild;

just the bin in oblivion

where all your tawny messages

have come to feed

feline soft in the long 

savanna summer.

~March 2013

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Challenge:Transforming Fridays

The ever-inspiring Hannah Gosselin gives us another of her biome-centric challenges, this time to express the voice of the wildlife of the savanna. (As always, my wildlife may vary from others' wildlife.)

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Paper Dolls

Paperdolls

She put her gypsy slipper

down in his devil's dance,

drank from an indigo dipper

the shaman spit of trance.

His jesuitical jive

was the music that kept her alive;

in each mask she put crosswise

her own wash denim eyes,

then cut paperdoll lovers apart

from the thin

parchment skin

of a roadkill heart.

.

~March 2013

55 flat dolls in a chain for   the g-man

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Out The Window

La Lunette d'Approche, Rene Magritte

Out the Window 

i.

You tell me I'm blind

but  I see too much.

I see the sea that isn’t there

paws padding over powderblue plains,

pale armadas riding the waves

cargoed with darkness;

the white dead faces of all the past,

their pincers and pins, their coals

for eyes. 

I see no end.

Mujer espiritu de la noche, Remedios Varo

ii.

I tossed up from my heart the garland

 that grew from invisible seed

for the moon-maid to wear in her hair,

saw only her drawn face snow-blinded

saw  ice in her eisenglass stare

ever-dissolving, 

saying

there's no help here,

just the moonmad maenad

with her white teeth that tear.

~March 2013

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Challenge: Words Count with Mama Zen

The ever succinct Mama Zen has asked us to look out of the window and see...darkness.  The trick was keeping it to 50 words--so I cheated and separated my double vision.

Process notes: eisenglass = isinglass, properly, a transparent substance made from the swim bladders of fish used in cooking and parchment repair, but colloquially, a form of mica, per wikipedia:

"Thin transparent sheets of mica called "isinglass" were used for peepholes in boilers, lanterns, stoves, and kerosene heaters because they were less likely to shatter than glass when exposed to extreme temperature gradients. Such peepholes were also used in "isinglass curtains" in horse-drawn carriages and early 20th century cars."





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