I Know How to Fall

I know how to fall
out of love in a flash;
without skinning my heart

or breaking
my hubris’ bone.

I make list after list
(five days prior to the arrival of now)
and for each item, I create “What ifs…”

What if my lips are cracked and bloodied,
and I can’t wake the princess with a kiss?

What if exhaustion makes me thoughtless,
and I break the crystal coffin
without seeing what lies within?

What if gut and backbone turn against me,
and I can’t take three steps
without crying eleven howls and one shriek?

She must be roused properly;
that coffin’s too valuable to lose.
If my nerve leaves me,
I’ll run into the woods
and reclaim it.

I know how to fall
out of love
with what’s expected:

I practice.

About the Image: the artwork is part of “a sort-of Snow White and an almost Sleeping Beauty” story. I chose it because Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell took the traditionally expected “happily ever after”, and reshaped it into a tale in which a lot more characters can do some real living.

for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 25 – Anticipating Mayhem: Write a poem that lets us glimpse into how you ready yourself before facing known troubles, and what you do to cope once mayhem has done its thing.

The Sleeper and the Spindle“…detail from The Sleeper and the Spindle by Neil Gaiman and illustrator Chris Riddell. Photograph: Chris Riddell/Bloomsbury”

Two plus Two Equals almost Four Blooms

When manmade Ragnarök swallowed Thunder and ate Old One-Eyed, the Trickster turned into Oil and Gold Alchemist Almighty. For centuries, belief was his. Homo sapiens prayed him Supreme. By the end of his first era, OG2A was calculated profit from oil-filled bladder to gold-stiffed hair tips. Then his absolute math began to wane… OG2A ran to his lab, filled five beakers with himself, and “Thank me, all is well!” until the fifth… He tried and tried and the results couldn’t be fixed: all seemingly complex equations remained true, but the most basic two plus two (defied him) and equaled almost four blooms.

alchemy of trees;
belief turns oil into gold…
Nature’s chaos rose

Process Note: I couldn’t decide between basing today’s poem on Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, or on the “Unsubmissive Plant”, by Remedios Varo. So… I decided to go with both.

for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 24 – Art Speaks to Art: Base a poem on a piece by one of your favorite artists.

The Unsubmissive Plant, by Remedios Varo“Unsubmissive Plant”, by Remedios Varo