Monday, November 7, 2011

Admission

You asked me for a song,
My googly-eyed little lamblet;
In the dying hours of a dying day,
You asked me for life, for music,
For some bright trifle to stay despair.

Could I be mother to all of that?
Fuckinay, Bo Peep,
To all of that and more.

I give you credit.
You didn't resort to the old roundhouse
And try to beat it out of me
As so many have before,
Pressing "sorry" to my bruises like a beefsteak
While promising never, ever, to do it again.

They were Catholics, my lovers,
All in an access of crossing themselves,
Particularly their fingers
Behind their suspendered backs--
And that was the women.

So, a tune you wish,
A tune you shall have.
Let me rosin my bow with the ground bones of Pharaohs.
This wood comes from Italy;
My remarkable fingers from my Gypsy aunts.
My skirts are Parisian,
And my smile that you love so well?
That came from seven devils, dead lo these seven years.

Sit.
You may use my lavender-colored fainting couch.
Recline, like a lime in gin.
Drape my burnt rose scarf over the Tiffany lamp.
Close your eyes.

You asked me for a song,
In the dying hours of a dying day;
For life, for music,
For some bright trifle to stay despair--
Let it be my love, for I do love you,
Despite my gloomy black gloves
And the way I flinch, like a tethered bird,
With every honest note I dare to play.
_______


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33 comments:

Mama Zen said...

God, this is gorgeous.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh. My. God. "with every honest note I dare to play." Your writing always goes straight to the heart. Beautiful and brave.

HermanTurnip said...

There are certain lines you pen that I instantly fall in love with. This one in particular will go down in the hall of fame:

"Let me rosin my bow with the ground bones of Pharaohs"

Eerily beautiful...

Cloudia said...

those last two lines!



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Kay L. Davies said...

Maybe I'm wrong, but I found a lot of humor in here, too, "particularly their fingers" crossed behind their backs, and "lavender-colored fainting couch" is simply fabulous.
Very well done.

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Brian Miller said...

recline like a lime in gin...nice...def some fun in this...but also serious like that last flinch...

Kerry O'Connor said...

The bitter sweet tone is so authentic and the gypsy persona speaks of free-willed womanhood. The last stanza skewered me through the heart.

Helen said...

This hit me in the gut and felt good!

hedgewitch said...

One hell of a song--one of my very favorites of yours--and the notes however arcane and difficult are sweet and pure in the quiet, suspended hush of a dying hour of a dying world. Some might say, a world well lost. Fourth stanza just turns up the intensity to beyond the beyond, and the last stanzas round it all out with grace and panache, and a forlorn last wailing note that dies on the breeze but stays in the mind. Fine fine poem, Shay.

Sioux said...

This stands out as one of my favorites of yours--and that says a hell of a lot, Shay.

Too many gorgeous lines to mention, but the bittersweet, the serious mixed with the whimsy, the full circle with a twist (of the knife)...beautiful and brilliant. The second-to-last line MUST be mentioned as incredible...

Heaven said...

i love the honest and beautiful song...specially the last verse ~

Daryl said...

Phew, I was sure it was gonna cost me more than I had on me ..

recline, like a lime in gin


that is worth the price of admission

Marion said...

I read your poetry, Shay, and I want to slice my wrists and die from either happiness or deadly word envy. Sigh......xo

Lynn said...

That is so beautiful and I was touched by the tag at the bottom "This tear will finally fall"

magicinthebackyard said...

i am in love with your blog! ♥
so happy i found you through dverse! your writing makes me smile! thank you!

darkangelwrites said...

Shay so much here to like. I wish I could be as fearless as you when I write. Loved the lime line. I want to be that lime.

Arron Shilling said...

Wow - im a foot wear fiend - so im loving the pic intro.

Stanza on stanza of sharp witt and cool craft - slick tone that perculates and flourishes.

i tranced out on the imagery.

loved it!

Beachanny said...

A love song of the senses served up between night and day full of texture, color, scent, and sound. The melody a ribbon rising above the furniture and inhabiting the day, ("when sunshine sticks to all our senses, and we speak in present tenses"--Chelsea Morning) Excellent as usual!

ayala said...

Let it be my love, for I do love you,
Despite my gloomy black gloves
And the way I flinch, like a tethered bird,
With every honest note I dare to play.....just AWESOME! Love it!

Fred said...

Wow, read this over a few times now and this is outstanding. The perfect words, the perfect tone, and the perfect positioning. Every line is amazing here. Really loved it, thanks

chromapoesy.com said...

I agree with Fred and well, everyone above him. This one's out of the park.

Joanne Elliott said...

The fifth stanza is my favorite. This is such a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.

emma said...

Stunning poetry, I feel like I've been lulled by the words- the ebb and flow of emotion and the unique imagery you've used to tell the story of the sorrow and dark days. Just gorgeously written.

tinkwelborn said...

great artwork with the words and ideas here.
love the ''the dying hours of a dying day'' lines.
and the ''seven devils, dead lo these seven years.''

very challenging, confrontational, and in-yer-face piece.
I like it and enjoyed the read. good work.

tasmith1122 said...

How sweetly, shyly you sang this song, and just the right touch of flirtation. I'm charmed enough to want an encore.

tasmith1122 said...

Oh no! I just saw it. You hate haiku. *whimper* Can you hate the form but love the poet? Well, I'm visiting no matter what.

Mary said...

This is wonderful. It reads to me as if this poem just flowed, wrote itself. It has such a strong rhythm. You have such a strong voice. Awed.

blueoran said...

Sung like a bad girl who really, really can. Sing it with all one's heart, no matter what the cost. Sing it like black velvet and blue suede. Fine fine fine. - Brendan

me said...

You are SO in my top five.

I've been reading all poetry in the voice and song of Ani Difranco of late, and it works, it works well, it works here, and you channel her spirit although her spirit is still within her.

You are a phenomenon.

These are my favorite lines from this your truth-speak of love in actuality and reality stripped bare:

"You asked me for life, for music,
For some bright trifle to stay despair."


"Despite my gloomy black gloves
And the way I flinch, like a tethered bird,
With every honest note I dare to play."

pspacer11 said...

Blew me away. I laughed and cried and smiled and wept and then read it again and got the same emotions.
Awesome piece!!!

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Wow and ouch to this stanza:

"I give you credit.
You didn't resort to the old roundhouse
And try to beat it out of me
As so many have before,
Pressing "sorry" to my bruises like a beefsteak
While promising never, ever, to do it again."

Even with the pain, this work is a rich, sensuous pleasure.

Now you also have a smile from an eighth devil!

James Rainsford said...

A powerful and very accomplished poem, full of intelligence and bursting with originality.

myheartslovesongs said...

brilliant, magical, mystical, lyrical, stunning on every level! another of your best, Shay! {okay... okay... they're ALL your best!}

"My googly-eyed little lamblet"

one of the most original and descriptive of lines that makes me want to pet Lambchop. ♥