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secrets in the night |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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I am hanging leaves inside and shells on strings to clank a breeze the voo doo dolls are grimacing as if protesting lack of pins the ones that I removed for fear she malpracticed surgery wondering which one was me-- this one? With a big hat pin stuck into the buttocks rude surrounded by some crude cross stitch implying scars and then was this- a delicate chain stitch of crotch with a button, way too big with lengths of white silk purity calling corners in the thread in the proper order sewn left to right to bottom then across (to close the labia) with the red embroidery composing seal of solar cross in the box of binding fours blessed frantic in the need She bled her insecurity her dread of possibility and power that was not her own. Careful work she did it well I admired stitches true she had the art of a seamstress tiny perfect dashes sewn wondering "who taught you this?" And why, my sister, would you think that you had the need to do bindings on my feet and this? A ruby bead was cut in half stabbed into the center chest I nodded, smiled, and understood the heart is not located left but in the middle of the earth she'd jabbed a half heart dangling from a chain with four links cheap of teardrops linked with stitches fleet twining black that laced like hair mocking of the pubes she'd placed the angels guardians of gate out of Eden cast, she blew as though they were an afterthought: Michael, Raphael, she drew the trumpets summoning the two Uriel and Gabriel brandishing the flaming sword as if to compensate the hate that made her take that wide bootlace and wrap me like a mummy tight shimmering in silk as if there should have been sarcophagus. As if she knew the balances of wishing too much good was just another method of a curse prayers can cripple like a bruise On Achille's heel,were two wounds of pure ferocity. "Woman? Who would teach you this?" Very gently, I removed all the pins of willfullness and dropped them to the flame as I prayed the prayer of alchemy. I knew there was a mate for it - this doll that represented me-- it wasn't hard to find him he was bound but much more loosely kept and the pin was in his head and bits of cloth were sewn in stead of acts of such impulsiveness loving bits of him and her and a cross protected him with a tiny little dove chainstitched Holy spirit peace in the center of his chest camouflaging surgery that hid the other half of bead cushioned in the doll of straw I noted just how carefully she'd sewn the stitches closed regret and that thorn, compulsive need she'd bleed in those dark hours. * * * so he brought the dolls to me. "They were hidden well," he'd said. Asking, "Did you teach her this?" I had to laugh at that, I said-- "You think I am the only witch?" (But yet, I thought I was.) I guess I was wrong again... So I am hanging ivy leaves and things that sparkle in the sun I bought a wheel with eight gold jewels; I write my shadows with a pen that requires me to think a fountain of my words in ink as I remove the stitchery careful of the dolls I see I need another way to be and dolls should all be happy things for children who need hugs and sing telling stories, whispering, secrets in the night and green leaves are hanging over me bobbing in the breeze, agreed-- they are restless in the "yes" nodding in the fickering of candles I will not let die as the sun comes risening prisming the promises of hope in every box I think that fire is a gift of spring as ashes are the offering reminding us perhaps we should forget the harsh realities of things we were not meant to see and let the gods be Gods and breathe the language of the laughing leaves hanging overhead, they grieve the winters...just like us. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Coming back to this...soon! |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Keepin this amazing mix of mood and emotion. If there is not a book on the horizon....I will ask the moon to not ever be full again. You are incredible if not bewitching! luv ya!  Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
the blaze, all dolls once held are given life imagined and bewitched though stitches may not be sown till wounds so soon be rent by slight, my imitation glider |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity, You have galloped an army of symbols into the fray. A battle with no quarters asked. Wonderful write. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
serenity, "Woman? Who would teach you this?" AND who hath taught you to write like this? You and your sisters must have been a special breed. Do write that book! You will not see me post to your writing often because quite frankly, I am in awe of you. I bow to your talent. best marty |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
agreeing here with all the above, I'll be the first in line to buy that book, amazing talent...you! |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
What images gather in harmony, their song of chordal angst wrapping notes around hearts Squeezing 'til pain fills. Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
oh....loving this. Printing it to read, and keep in my Serenity binder....over and over again. Well done sweetie. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Yes...this is a keeper. Eric |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
that fire is a gift of spring as ashes are the offering reminding us perhaps we should forget the harsh realities of things we were not meant to see and let the gods be Gods and breathe the language of the laughing leaves hanging overhead, they grieve the winters...just like us. damn K.... just damn... |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Karen...Enjoyed. I'd love too pick your brain, but afraid of what I might find. The door to the unknown is such a temptation to open...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Love ya lady~  Life is one great big canvas; |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
A bit of wooliness inspired by an unexpected inheritance from my sis. (Who knew? I sure didn't.) It kinda makes me look around my room and wonder what stories MY things will tell about me.  Thanks for reading, all. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Good God woman you are just bleeding perfection on these boards . . . |
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adagio Member
since 2005-03-19
Posts 449Marrero, La. |
Yet another masterpiece from the master! adagio |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Another masterpeice... how do you do this? If I grow as a writer to be half as good as you, I still won't beleive it. Wonderful write my friend, gone to the library!!  I may hate myself in the morning - but I'm gonna love you tonight |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I think that fire is a gift of spring as ashes are the offering reminding us perhaps we should forget the harsh realities of things we were not meant to see and let the gods be Gods and breathe the language of the laughing leaves hanging overhead, they grieve the winters...just like us. Sighhh, you m'lady are incredible.  Mxx "we all have wings, but some of us don't know why" |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
And an inspiring inheritance at that, Karen. believe in what your heart feels... |
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