Tongue Magic

Words glitter out of his mouth to lick me from brain to soul. His tongue-treasures caress and cut through the well-fed neck of social okays until the inside of my Muse can’t stop brewing tales that howl poetry. Once upon a midnight that wasn’t as dreary as it was hollow, language was a system of black and white scrawls that taught without touching, then he came (like a lie that knows fictions can be real) and made me feel words.

He spoke magic.

 

the wee notes…
– April is the month of fresh and wildly wondrous. It birthed me (and all my modesty), didn’t it? So, in a burst of riotous impulsiveness that would make any Aries proud, I’ve decided to celebrate the cruellest month by collecting old bones and fleshing them into something new. So, my Wicked Luvs, say hello to my first Blackout-Prose poem. Just like haibun, but the ending is a blackout. If the form speaks to your muse, I invite you to give it a go. 😉
– I skipped the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads on April 1st. Then, I read, “let’s celebrate our love of poetry… with a chaotic cacophony of words and verses!” I’ve never been any good at refusing chaos, so I accepted Marian’s invitation “to write poems about being first…”, conjured a speaker falling in lust with words for the first time, and linked it to the Tuesday Platform.
– I borrowed “Once upon a midnight dreary” from “The Raven” … Poe told me he didn’t mind. But that mad bird hasn’t stop following me… or glaring.

57 thoughts on “Tongue Magic

  1. From that first explosion of a sentence (glittery explosion!) to the … well, the whole thing, I love all of this 💜 I may give Blackout-Prose a go soon – bet you could have predicted I would 😉

    • You are much braver than I am when it comes to NaPoWriMo. I only did it once, and probably never will again. I can’t write 30 poems in 30 days, but I can’t see having enough time to visit other people. So, just a handful for me.

  2. Oh boy…so good….this hit me harder than my morning coffee…and that, Girl, is saying something. Delicious.

  3. Just that first sentence on its own blew my mind, Magaly! I also love the alliterative ‘tongue-treasures caress and cut’ and the assonance and imagery of ‘brewing tales that howl poetry’.

  4. You always have the coolest creative ideas.. and this is certainly the home of cacophony at its best.. Lust for words is a passion I can relate to.

  5. Oh those authors that leave us breathless with the wonders they build! There is a lovely bliss that steals over me after an extremely satisfying session of reading, not entirely dissimilar from those moments after other heady joys.

  6. language was a system of black and white scrawls that taught without touching, then he came (like a lie that knows fictions can be real) and made me feel words.

    dizzy heights! dizzy heights! you grab us and sweep us right into the rush – and those lines I’ve pulled? smashingly Fabulous!

    Truly a whirlwind beautiful piece here – you’ve rocked it so well! Happy 30/30 or NaPoWriMo!

  7. A lot of the time when I read your words they prompt visual and olfactory messages to drift into my awareness. This time I got the sense of a sultry summer night and the distinct smell of freshly bitten mango! Juicy in ever which (witch?) way!

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