I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

19 May 2018

Black-White Angels

"High Sea" by Edward Emerson Simmons

Black-White Angels 
heroine wears a black umbrella as crown
drowning in seagull shelled feathers
under her eyes
unlike cocaine, she doesn't line white-lies
for the silver scored roiling in a pinched truth
but heroine froths herself in a prick
brewing blue-black veined stitch
sisters under the skin's stories wavering
themselves a watery slow-see and ask why
death

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this is a 3-for-one sweet deal ~ written for Real Toads: Fireblossom Friday : Edward Emerson Simmons
and for Hedge who hosts:  Friday 55 @ Verse Escape
and for Real Toads: If You Meet The Hero on the Road ... as prompted by Brendan

23 comments:

  1. Your ability to play with words and overlay context is amazing. I've re-read this twice and appreciate it more and more each time. A talent right there.

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  2. Death seems to become her, as the old saw goes, and all the best heroes--the images here are pungent and sharp, from crowning with an umbrella--obscuring, protecting? only she knows--to the pinches pricks and stitches of a slo-mo'd sister dance in the saltiest of liquids...the slant rhyme rocks, also. Film noir or bete noir, not for dwelling on after midnight. Thanks for coming to the party, willow, and for putting so many challenges to good use.

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    1. thanks Hedge ~ your comment is a poem, at the very least, much to think on, in itself. Film noir or bête noire indeed ... I wander off to consider these two ideas ... fascinating.

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  3. You rocked three prompts, clever girl! I like the black umbrella as crown. Some of the hats on the news today could double as umbrellas. Smiles.

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  4. Pretty amazing feat, three challenges in one, all apropos. Tip of the hat ... Reading it from the hero challenge, this hero(ine) comes forth in darker shades, in a rougher sea's smash. Such eyes see deeply, dangerously, at the rim of a cold embrace. I once read that an addict is a person on fire who jumps in the sea and drowns: The poetry is in finding a receptacle big enough inside for roar and quench. You achieve that here.

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    1. thanks for your amazing comment Brendan ~ I'm savouring it for the wealth of images and interpretation ...

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  5. The word choices are so delicious when read out loud. I appreciate the call backs to older tales (the idea of the pin prick that took down Sleeping Beauty) melded with a more modern situation/ villain to overcome (drug abuse).

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    1. thanks Rommy - I hadn't even considered older tales like Sleeping Beauty - adds another dimension for the imagination ...

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  6. "Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light/ Or just another lost angel in the city of night?" This one speaks to me personally as a recovering person. Thanks so much for being part of FBF, friend.

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    1. The Doors - how interesting the comment .... I suppose like anything, everything is a door - either leading to heaven or hell, in some variation of these very broad definitions. Personal triumphs and falling walk hand in hand ... such as it is ... so we soldier on.

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  7. A remarkable portrait - part superhero, part archetype, she seems to step from the froth of the sea into our dreams, rocking that black umbrella hat!

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  8. hummmm...if it death by drowning? A Watery slow-see and ask why death. I know of that death and was told by someone who was there, the seas did roil before it was over, thought I was not there. I was told by someone who was. I also got more from your poem by reading it several times.

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    1. thanks Annell - it's a weird experience, to be sure.

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  9. This reminds me of the term heroin chic that was popular among supermodels in the 90's... But I love how you made the narcotics mean something else altogether...

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    1. thanks Bjorn! wow, it's been a long time since I've thought of that expression - how true then ... and now this leaves me with another aspect to consider .... how interesting.

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  10. I love the black umbrella as her crown.

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  11. A riveting twist on the prompt of heroes--heroine as the anti-heroine! Well done!

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  12. pinched truth ( like that a lot) - edgy and beautiful written.

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.