I am liquorice allsorts, minus the pink
I sit up straight
I flinch at nothing
except bird eating spiders
people who walk on stilts
crumpets
and the colour pink
Don’t
Just don’t
I wear black, and if the moon is full
ruby stilettos with a heel
that would make a coy man blush
and a lesser woman stumble
I have dominatrix posture
and bestial scowl
I don’t hold hands and if you
expect me to write you poetry
wait until you cross me
when I’ll pour the honey vodka
pull out the voodoo dolls
and let the blood mingle with ink
You only get two pins, baby
I’m not evil
But pink turns me so
as its presence
makes my inner film flicker
and my little girl blondeness
parade across the screen
with round belly
open heart
and blank page
You try to beguile me
with salmon
fuchsia
dusky rose
I’m a linguist, remember?
I own a thesaurus
And I cannot let you sit next to me
with that wretched hue
marking you
as girl
child
toy
vulnerable
I don’t wear the cloak of frivolity well
but I’m learning
baby steps, baby steps
one day I’ll be able to go to a circus
without recoiling from the stilt walkers
with their loping stance
and insect legs
& to walk down the bakery aisle
without flinching from the crumpets
with their pathetic neediness
to be filled
validate me with honey
….please, oh please
But I went from Barbie
to Medusa
in one quick fall
and if you put me near pink
my serpents begin to hiss
and writhe their hostility
for even a four year old gorgon
can still
turn you
to stone
© bellmusker 2008
Comments
I’ll try to remember never to wear pink ;) wonderful writing Bell, I am always enthralled by each word…the insights you allow others to see, is a testament to your power and strength.
Can I say you were a very cute girl and are a very gorgeous woman, scowl and all?
what a sad little girl, so pretty, so sad.
I don’t actually have an aversion to pink, but there are other things from childhood I can’t countenance (I’ll tell you one day).
I love this writing BTW. it resonates.
oh my phreakin giddy aunt I LOVE THIS !!!!
i’ve just read it three times .. it’s spectacular !!
you, are a beautiful woman, soul .. inside and out xx
ohhh Bell I absolutely love this! the pic just put the ripe red cherry on it!
when we have that meet up on your couch… i’ll come sans stilts… and leave all things pink at home……. you inspire strength and thought…. not an easy feat………. bless you sweet bell……..b
Wow I’ve been waiting for this one and it was worth it!
You try to beguile me
with salmon
fuchsia
dusky rose
Never again, I promise. ;-)
Bell – this’ beautiful and not beautiful – its power and vulnerability and the fear of these, the intermingling of these, the knowledge of each and their intimate connections.
Thankyou. xjm
its presence
makes my inner film flicker
and my little girl blondeness
parade across the screen
with round belly
open heart
and blank page
You are wonderful. Thank you so much for the honour of even associating me with anything that comes out of that beautiful brain of yours. These words swim with all the snarling gorgeous, graceful sharks of your character. I love it. I LOVE IT.
Wow! What a wonderfully evocative piece. Tremendous work.
oooh, i loved this…it’s a little different from your other writing…it’s still distinctly Bell, but i caught myself giggling here and there, and i could see you through this as if you were just telling me about it the other side of the table over a mulled wine…
you are sublime…