Sunday, July 17, 2011

When She Was A Boy / Kiss Me

Today a double post, both poems inspired by the photographs of Rosie Hardy at One Shoot Sunday.

WHEN SHE WAS A BOY

When she was a boy,
She wore the same eyes.

When she was young,
She was salt water ice.

Underneath,
Was a whole shit-hot world, baby.

As the days dragged by,
She gathered up her guts and left home.

She carved herself good and sharp
Right down to the bone.

They say don't read your own tarot--
But she did.

They say you can't donate your own marrow--
But she did.

Down under the ice--
A shit-hot world,

And born from that--
A beautiful girl.

____________

KISS ME

I buy fragrance
By the quart

And where I lay my head,
The wood warps.

Kiss me.
You'll live.
Kiss me.

I got
Hand-blown windows and
French doors;
And I
Come from a long proud line of
Seaside whores.


Kiss me.
You'll live.
Kiss me.


I'm an old-fashioned girl
And a
Nine-time bride;
And when I lock the door,
It rains inside.


Kiss me.
You'll live.
I ain't nothin' but a cloud fluff, cream puff,
Christian girl sure enough.


Kiss me.
You'll live.


_______

 
 

28 comments:

haikulovesongs said...

wow, Shay! these are both amazing! especially love ~

"And born from that--
A beautiful girl."

and

"Kiss me.
You'll live.
Kiss me."

have a lovely Sunday! ♥ dani

hedgewitch said...

Two amazing pieces, neither to be defined in the space of a comment box. This especially spoke to me: "..I'm an old-fashioned girl/And a
Nine-time bride;/And when I lock the door,/It rains inside..."
The first poem is exceptional in insight and feeling, as well.


and you're always in trouble with the Tombstone Blues.

dustus said...

Beautiful poems, both. Thank you for sharing your work here. I've learned from artistry, so thanks.

Louise said...

Just brilliant ~ 'And when I lock the door, It rains inside'. Wish I'd written this line!

chromapoesy.com said...

She carved herself good and sharp
Right down to the bone.

Excellent lines. Thank you.

Natasha said...

I read my own tarot...AND, I'm a (or was a) seaside whore! lol These are both freakin awesome! Love the drum you beat on...and the way your present your rhythms to the world! Leaving the ouija...still smirking! You are beyond Poet!

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

Kiss Me
Wow.
Absolutely magic, and I love how the words just
tango like that.

Claudia said...

i just love your creativity shay. there's always a fresh wind sweeping through your poetry and i leave refreshed and sometimes a bit tousled...but that's fine...she wore the same eyes...love that

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I especially love the first poem "when she was a boy she wore the same eyes" and "born from that a beautiful girl." In the second poem, I like the repetition of "Kiss me. You'll live."
Great writing, as always, Ms Fireblossom!

Heaven said...

What a brave girl she is:

Love these lines~

She carved herself good and sharp
Right down to the bone.

They say don't read your own tarot--
But she did.

And second one - kiss me- sounds like a demand by a strong woman.

thanks for the follow ~

Jhon Baker said...

"when she was a boy" - captured so perfectly.

Margaret said...

and when I lock the door
it rains inside...

Intriguing as always!

Lynne said...

Two poems of equal beauty, insight and great lines.. I love to dissect poems and find that one line that really pulls me north, south, east west.
"She carved herself good and sharp
Right down to the bone." and

"And when I lock the door,
It rains inside."

well done on both poems!!

Reflections said...

Wow... both astounding, creating imagery so far beyond the photos themselves. Truly inspirational!

Your talents challenge those who read, goading into the depths, yet blessing with beauty.

Lolamouse said...

I also loved these photos. Your first poem was beautiful, brave, and strong. The second, funny and insistent. Always look forward to your offerings!

Brian Miller said...

both of these are gorgeous and both sound like girls i would not mind meeting...excellent descriptions...when i lock the door it rains inside....hot...yeah i need to go get a kiss now...

ayala said...

She wore the same eyes....when I lock the door it rains inside....I love these Poems !

Lynn said...

Goodness gracious - you are so talented, my friend. I'm in awe.

Sioux said...

The first one captured what is most certainly anguish. "She carved herself good and sharp right down to the bone." What a powerful image.

How many flogging sessions resulted in TWO poems from the same spirit in one day?

G-Man said...

Shay...
Kick Ass!!!

HermanTurnip said...

My favorite Bob Dylan song: "Love Sick" off of his Time Out Of Mind album.

"I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I'll watch them 'til they're gone
And they leave me hangin' on
To a shadow."

alivealwayz said...

very delightful, both of them!
The first, sure courage born of persistent struggle to create an identity.
The second, tunes well with the first, it's like the same beautiful girl has grown all confident, to not hide but persuade even the mighty.
Nice read!

Mama Zen said...

When She Was A Boy is pure brilliance.

Jacqueline Howett said...

As the days dragged by,
She gathered up her guts and left home.

She carved herself good and sharp
Right down to the bone.

Unique!

Jenny said...

Song lyrics baby. Song lyrics here.

Daryl said...

Paired to perfection!

Fireblossom said...

I want to thank everyone for these fantastic and kind comments!

Cloudia said...

thank you