Thursday, September 29, 2011

Tea For The Devil

Tell Madame Mooshka.
Confide in her.
Pretend you are a pretty silver bell, and carol to her sweetly;
She will not point out the deception.

For how long
Will you let yourself be a hollow tree,
A rotten hotel
For so many sets of eyes that are not your own?
They peer out and tremble at sight of Madame Mooshka;
She demands of them their names,
And they howl...
They keen.

Do not waste Madame Mooshka's time.
When she asks to examine the facets you hide like guilty contraband,
Offer them up,
Daintily,
One at a time,
Like PEZ.

What they say about Madame Mooshka
Is that she has no patience for baked clay dolls,
Fingerless, in love with the piano and throwing themselves,
Weak and blubbering,
Across her smooth white keys.

If Madame Mooshka kisses you,
Don't sit there tilting in your chair like an old sack of flour.
Dance your tongue along her teeth, little swan ballerina!
Call the saints down from Heaven, to gasp;
Serve yourself to her on a silver tray
As if you were tea for the devil,
In the fair and fetching form
Of Madame Mooshka.

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13 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Oh just a little something. Oh sort of feeling like writing...yeesh woman! I thought I took that bar away from you once--give me that! *loud snapping noise* (my knee actually--the &#$&$! bar looks fine up there)

Fingerless, in love with the piano..dance your tongue along her teeth, little swan ballerina....well, I'll try not to quote the whole thing back to you, but it's taking a lot of self-restraint. You have the most clever gypsies I've ever seen on your crew. (Oh and the PEZ...agggh. you are killin me girl *tears up paper and bites pen in half*)

Brian Miller said...

yeah, the dancing the tongue along the teeth, ballerina is a hot line...i am a little partial being married to a ballerina...the fingerless as well..hot poem shay...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my goodness. What Hedgewitch said, right down to the biting the pen in half! Your writing is too good. Keep doing it!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

p.s. the words "where there is great moaning and the gnashing of teeth" are rattling around in my head. Cant imagine why:)

HermanTurnip said...

Is there any way we could get Disney to replace the audio of the spirit head in the crystal ball in the Haunted Mansion ride with this poem?

Cloudia said...

"one at a time like pez"

Sublime & mundane: your special blend.



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Lynn said...

I love the tag on this one, "clever gypsy poems". :)

Marion said...

You, dearest poetess, are on a roll. DON'T STOP!!! Keep these enchanting poems coming. I'm green with envy at your amazing talent and so grateful that you share it with us mere mortals. xo

Daryl said...

Madame Mooshka .. I love that name .. and 'tea for the devil' .. gives me shivers

Helen said...

After reading the 'Disney' comment I couldn't get 'meeska, mooska, mouseketeer' and how we opened the cartoon vault out of my brain! You had to be alive in the 50s!

Friko said...

I think Madame is somebody we should all strive to emulate.
Or be scared of?

Mama Zen said...

"Like PEZ." That is so perfectly priceless and perfectly you.

Lolamouse said...

I bow down to anyone who can weave Pez into a poem! (and I love Boris and Natasha!)