"I got a woman
Way over town,
That's good to me.
Oh yeah!" --Ray Charles
I keep an actor in a small suitcase on a high shelf.
I wait until it snows,
Then I take him out.
I love a woman in the flatlands.
She can turn me inside out just cos she wanna,
And she wanna, sometimes, when the moon is new.
I told the actor,
"Here is your mark,"
Then pointed to a place where the floorboards were missing.
He laughed and said,
"I know why you love the snow.
It is because you, too, are always falling."
I wrote a letter to My Love.
I blush to say I begged.
I said, "If you don't do me soon,
I will turn into a saint,
Or some sort of Sunday school teacher,
And that would be a diabolical shame."
I keep my heart
hidden in a cookie jar
in my kitchen.
I keep the actor high,
and only feed him limes.
He says you won't come,
But I howl and call
all night in the blizzard,
just in case you do.
* * *
The heart is a lonely lycanthrope, indeed. The actor in the suitcase is a fetch worthy of any sorceress, and whatever the writer may turn into, it will still howl, I feel. A clever and twisty poem, with a rock bottom to it and a haunting melody of love pitched low.
ReplyDeleteGood grief! Why would a girlfriend ever leave you?
ReplyDeleteplease do not subject us to felt board bible stories...please go to her and appease her before it comes to that...smiles.
ReplyDeletedelightful write shay
Why, oh why, do we wait on the one that will never show?
ReplyDeleteYet, the one is there, is shrugged away without a care.
"I keep my heart
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in my kitchen." - for some reason, Shay, this made me want to cry.
I love the actor in the suitcase - it seems the right location.
what is there to say really, except ~
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Mr Charles would have loved this
ReplyDeleteIt's Charlie Sheen, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteVery nice ~ no good at all turning into a saint...whatever next? ;)
ReplyDeleteYou really are a master of free verse. I love your style and personal perspective on relationships.
ReplyDeleteThis is another stunning piece.
Great choice to link today. I enjoyed the chance to read it again and savor the vintage as it ages in the WG cask to total mellow.
ReplyDeleteThis wolf must like prey that can be turned -- oh yeah, she's a were-wolf. And dudes are painted ducks,part of the turning-game. And the wolf, well, it's hard to hear the howls for all the fine high singing. But I see the fangs, oh yes I do, shagassing outta here.-Brendan
ReplyDeleteA strange but intense grief encompassing your every word. Fireblossom, you have that unknown magic in you, leaving us enthralled. :) wow!
ReplyDeleteI used keep mine in the cookie jar too but it got found out; now I keep it where no one ever looks. Even I don't remember where.
ReplyDeleteI loved trying to unravel this. Was completely unsuccessful but enjoyed the try.
I keep a man, under my thumb (where he should be in my honest opinion) who tells me to keep away from the cookie jar when I feel like eating! Oh this was good, a whole scene from a play in one poem. All hail the freeverse queen ;)
ReplyDeleteMany adjectives come to mind - magical, quirky, bluesy, snazzy, and it was an excellent link to your article.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your explication and your examples. It is journal worthy and you did One Stop Poetry proud and I am honored that you accepted my request. Gay
This has a lovely cadence, and everything that makes poetry good, plus it expresses heart. Beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteYour write up on free verse was helpful. I've bookmarked it for reference. Thank you.
The shifting focus really left a great flow in the verse. Great write ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteNice...love the keeping of your heart in a cookie jar...and your actor up high...thanks for hosting Shay...always fun..bkm
ReplyDeleteNice...love the keeping of your heart in a cookie jar...and your actor up high...thanks for hosting Shay...always fun..bkm
ReplyDeleteA nice touch, desperation and longing portrayed in a cunning, light manner.
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ReplyDeleteHe says you won't come,
But I howl and call
all night in the blizzard,
just in case you do."
Ouch, how I feel that. The desperation and the hope.... beautiful.
'heart in a cookie jar' 'fed on limes' ~ master indeed ~ dipped, ducked, danced and dived throughout ~ but cannot believe that any could ever concieve to leave ~ spellbound Shay ~ thankyou so very much for the clear and concise expression and explanation ~ sharing not only your time but your knowledge and wonderful expertise ~ Midsummer wishes ~ Lib ~ @Libithina
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