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Saturday, March 23, 2013

Finishing School

Like a waitress holding the house specialty high,
I presented my heart,
sheathed in propriety,
nestled on a thorn bush bed.

Sleep, little angel, you could have said.
Sleep like the dead.

Instead, you put me on a chain
and suspended it above my head in one of your extra rooms.
Soon, I was snapping at everything,
pacing a groove in the floor,
and my coat grew shiny and thick, begging touch and praise.

Hungry teeth bite bigger than a lazy tongue,
that's what you told me, and it was the last thing you said to me for a month.
Step right, 
step left,
now down on one knee;
back up, head high-- 
I was taut and ready enough to make the rain come,
before you were satisfied with me.

By the time I had my heart back,
I was as jealous as the Moon, 
and as dangerous as a deferred desire.
When you jerk the lead, I sit at your feet like a perfect lady,
but lately, I forget my manners
when I'm with anybody but you.
_________

feelin' a little wild for the mini challenge at Real Toads.

33 comments:

  1. wow! loved this line: as dangerous as a deferred desire

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  2. Just packed with dangerously explosive concepts and lines that carve a scrimshaw lesson on the bones...I really like the image of being dangled like a chandelier, morphing into a leashed beast, half-trained,but not really tamed, just pretending--and the opening stanza is such a deceptively smooth lead-in that the poem's uncoiling strikes like a snake. (And who could top Lolamouse's comment?) Fine, caustic work here, Shay.

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  3. Lolamouse's comment is Perfect! I so enjoyed this, Shay, am sitting here grinning like a fool. Oh, the poor critter snapped on a leash....."as dangerous as a deferred desire". How do you DO it? Loved it.

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  4. Awww I can sense the devil... I love gray tones :)

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  5. The scariest part is your first tag. Unleashed with sharpened teeth and in need of a gnawing bone.

    This is gritty, raw deliciousness that makes me want a dog.

    Stanza 4 has me slobbering like a canine. Dangerous as a deferred desire. That is some delectable alliteration.

    "When you jerk the lead, I sit at your feet like a perfect lady" - My favorite line.

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  6. Sizzling with gnashing teeth, waiting for opportunities and even thinking of creating one or two! A werewolf and an Amazon cross, waiting for the curtains to open! Delicious sound effects create an ominous drumming rhythm in these wonderful images!

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  7. There are wild women, and then there are catlick girls on the loose. No one grasps the fierce nature of the feminine quite as well as you do, Shay.

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  8. Dangerous heat



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    ~ > < } } ( ° > <3

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  9. Sounds like a love gone wrong, been treated bad, finally breaking loose. Been there, done that.

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  10. Enjoyed this one a dangerous heart indeed.

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  11. First round I ached for the abuse, no matter how s/m sensual. Second round I basked in your original images--no one else could invent them (or even record them so artistically). I remember that the abused often turn and abuse in return and often call it keenly-tuned sensitivities. I am not convinced its a higher order of things. The poem, though, is hot and dregs up memories.

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  12. This bristles and bares its teeth! Love it!

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  13. I love the passion in your poem~
    These lines resonated with me:

    "I was as jealous as the Moon,
    and as dangerous as a deferred desire.
    When you jerk the lead, I sit at your feet like a perfect lady,
    but lately, I forget my manners
    when I'm with anybody but you."

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  14. and my coat grew shiny and thick, begging touch and praise.
    Hungry teeth bite bigger than a lazy tongue,

    Some testing relationship this. Like the aggressive stance as a challenge. Nicely!

    Hank

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  15. It's wicked ! She sound like a grumpy doggie to me !!!

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  16. Shay, this is a wickedly fine piece of poetry. I love your sense of play and the way you wield your "leash" in this! You Wild Thing, you!! Love, Amy

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  17. You are wild ... crazy, wonderful wild. Petting your coat? Would be a privilege!

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  18. When you say you're taut and ready enough to make the rain come, I believe you.

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  19. Sheathed in propriety. Right there I knew you were about to unleash the Fireblossom beast. And you did so with the power of the rapture. "Fearce" Mis-spelling intended.

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  20. Whoa, doggie! When you ace a prompt, you go all out, don't you, girl? I have to dig 'way back in the recesses of my memory to relate to these feelings. Then the digging leaves me both exhausted and breathless.
    K
    (PS, I agree with Kim. When you use words like "propriety" we can guess the wild woman is going to come out to play.)

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  21. "but lately, I forget my manners
    when I'm with anybody but you."

    That's awesome! So much power at the end of a chain. So much emotion bouncing around inside a tough exterior.

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  22. The extended metaphor works well for this and I enjoy the dark tone especially this section:

    "pacing a groove in the floor,
    and my coat grew shiny and thick, begging touch and praise."

    Extremely visual piece...love it! :)

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  23. Ouch. This one bleeds. 'Soon, I was snapping at everything,
    pacing a groove in the floor,
    and my coat grew shiny and thick, begging touch and praise.' That is so perfect. Definitely a school to play hooky from. Go wild!

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  24. wow, wild, wild woman! the whole poem's a beauty but i'm especially drawn to the last stanza and the last line. ooh, sizzling poem this!

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  25. I was as jealous as the Moon
    and as dangerous as a deferred desire...wow!

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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  26. argh, this strikes me very darkly and makes me wince a little. break those chains, woman!

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  27. Amazing...I can taste this one. You've got it spot on. This is so damn good.

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