Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Request

I filled a wedding dress with bones--

My bones.

My...



Well all right, so I stole the dress.



I wanted to be a sweet confection,

So that you would want to wrap me in fluted paper

And place me in the perfect box of delicate pale cardboard

As if I had been born into the palm of your hand

To stand there and be

Witheringly beautiful.



But, darling, my whiteness is that of punishing northers, cracked ice and frostbite--

Not sugar frosting...

Not purity...

Unless, naturally, you mean the purity of my disappointment at your revealed ordinariness.



Sir,

I have fleshed myself with everything sharp I could find.

Don't look so pale, as if you'd seen a ghost!

Invite me to dance, and if your hair falls out from the roots, or your heart stops, then it does.

Come, risk something.

I'm just a girl,

What could happen?

It's the least you could do for your bride.

_______

for One Shot Wednesday #36

35 comments:

  1. Ah, marriage. Stolen dress, boxed selves and risk averse partners who don't like being poked by bones. I'm thinkin divorce. If he lasts that long.

    Delightful and stiletto sharp, so you hardly feel the blade.

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  2. oh but i might just risk that dance just to feel the fire...i didnt need that hair anyway....

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  3. If you were a sweet confection in fluted paper, I can tell you this.
    There certainly would be no need to have that map-like diagram on the bottom of the box.
    The tastiest treat would be quite obvious!!

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  4. I read your poetry and I always see it performed somewhere by someone wickedly delicious

    this time Helena Bonham Carter

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  5. I love it. Withering beauty, cracked ice and frostbite, and the faint sound of a stiletto heel being tapped smartly into the groom's head:)

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  6. the northern winds-- witches and bitches and frosty brides-- lots of fun; i love the fluted paper and the touch of the macabre: thanks for the catharsis...xxxxj

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  7. There is a myth about about a womans bones...now I have to find it...your writing reminded me so of this....do you know it? Nice writing Shay...bkm

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  8. The invitation to risk, what a lovely one and certainly worth the risk!
    xoxo
    weasel-friend

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  9. Before a ceremony at an undisclosed location a bride stands scratching her head wondering hey where's my dress, as groom scratches bald scalp.
    "But, darling, my whiteness is that of punishing northers, cracked ice and frostbite--" Chillingly in many ways. Love how it challenges the gentleman it adDRESSes at the end.

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  10. 'Unless, naturally, you mean the purity of my disappointment at your revealed ordinariness.'

    I loved the entire piece, but this line was my favorite!

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  11. A declaration of self awareness and self respect. This is me. I like me. There. Terrific, Fireblossom!

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  12. FB - you combine beauty and coolness. Nice one shot!

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  13. A feral matrimonial, fer sure ... you do an excellent job whiting out the old purities with white fury. I daresay you're married enough to the vatic mob. - Brendan

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  14. and with a feathery hammer, an offering to bliss

    I like this

    Peace, hp

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  15. and with a feathery hammer, an offering to bliss

    I like this

    Peace, hp

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  16. Bald guys are still sexy, right?

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  17. nice play between expectation and frustration...hope he risked it..

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  18. I hope he's man enough for her, but something tells me he can't handle an ice witch like this one. Chilling poem, and sharp as an icicle.

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  19. Raven and I had the same favorite line!

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  20. Nice snarl and bite! :)
    Padmavani

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  21. I don't really have words to tell you how I felt about this. It's too stunning for words. So good.

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  22. "As if I had been born into the palm of your hand..." Nice line. Hopefully, he'll take a risk or two for you :)

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  23. Really enjoyed reading this...would you care to dance?

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  24. Aahh..deliciously dark, Shay!! And so very alluring.. well, at least to the keen reading eye...
    I hope he takes that risk.. I am sure it'll be worth it..

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  25. I did not appreciate your smart ass comment about my poem about the little girl asking Mom about death. If you can't be civil or thoughtful, you need not make insensitive comments. In other words, Piss Off.

    Tiger Windwalker

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  26. ^^^Dear Windpasser,

    Like most blowhards, you can dish it out, but you don't much like taking it. You go around making your lengthy, pompous, clueless comments at other people's blogs, notwithstanding that you have utterly no writing talent whatsoever. Your "poetry" is hilariously bad. So I pricked your ego. It needed it.

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  27. "If you can't be civil, Piss Off ??"

    Isn't that an oxymoron? Or maybe just a moron.

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  28. Stolen wedding dresses line the halls of a museum in Khartoum. I flew there once in a Harry Chapin tune.

    Damn snow -- Don't they have post offices in San Antonio too?? :)

    xoxo to you, my still-favorite poet.

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  29. Mmmm...I found your comment almost as interesting as your poem. I have no talent for poetry myself, but I enjoy yours.

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  30. That Babbitt..he won't risk it for a shard of ice,I'm afraid. Keen write!
    Gay

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  31. I wish my mother was alive to read this. You just described her marriage to her first (of four) husbands. I mean Zing!

    I like reading others' comments to you and sure am glad I didn't miss the little exchange between you and the Windbag. :0

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  32. A great verse.. and nice emotional ride.. I enjoyed it. So raw and strong... thanks for sharing...


    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-memories-from-living.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  33. Spiky, wonderful use of sparse line breaks/language. Uber-effective.

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