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| Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales |
i remember that july night
my eyes boast
that they saw first
what had sifted down to my heart
and built an altar
to miss firecracker
she was pitching elevator passes
to some sort of suburban
pre-approved heaven
singing the bluesy truth
about the coming glory
Hallelujah
in platform vintage trampling boots
she was a watch fire for the word
she was a watch fire for the word
which my jubilant feet followed
all the way down
to the mission district
i feared no evil in her aura
all the way down
to the mission district
i feared no evil in her aura
sword to her bosom
steel in her eye
her smile was a trumpet call
that peeled the wrath from the grape
she wrote my name on her hand
and pressed it to my lips
"you are the one apart from the 99"
i marched on, side by her side
heart door unlocked and ajar
while feeding apples to the sheep
the truth poured out
she did not want me for her
she wanted me
for Him
her pawn for salvation
a piece of silver for her purse
all i was, was all this was
there was no use hanging around
hailing her taxis full of grace
she told me she would pray for me
i remember that july night
my eyes mourn
that they last saw the glory
that had sifted down to my heart
that they last saw the glory
that had sifted down to my heart
and built an altar
to miss firecracker
to miss firecracker
June 2011 ~ Rene
"she wrote my name in her hand
ReplyDeleteand pressed it to my lips"
but
"she did not want me for her
she wanted me for Him"
ah, whooooosh! that hurts.
the name on the hand pressed to the lips...delish...oh she loves you but no for herself...ugh...a little water thrown on the altar fire....
ReplyDeleteA brilliant bit of distress and disappointment here. So many possibilities, but the reality? Just wrong. Nice write.
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Aiiieee! Hey, now! Can I get a witness?
ReplyDeleteTestimony, sister! This is good.
Wow, I think this Miss Firecracker was surpressing a bit of her shadow in that kiss of hand....love the complexity of the whole...a delight for a discussion group...bkm
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem very much. I especially liked your 'taxis full of grace'
ReplyDeletebest wishes, Isabel
"her smile was a trumpet call
ReplyDeletethat peeled the wrath from the grape"
Great lines throughout, the one above made me smile, great wordplay, allusion, and dynamic poetic writing.
a fascinatingly charismatic character, intense!
ReplyDeleteStrong feeling to it with added complexity, nice piece.
ReplyDeletea trumpet call
ReplyDeletethat peeled the wrath from the grape
Sizzling! :)
whoooaaa!! Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteI guess love finds us going all blind after all..doesn't it?! :)
I hope she had true affection hidden under that fiery exterior of hers... *sigh*
Halleluja!
ReplyDeleteI can hear your voice, you know, in your writing...
Pearl
This one sings! I love it.
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteAmazing I loved the story it was emotional and very engaging
ReplyDeleteOh, my....this is a (fire) cracker of a write!
ReplyDeleteYou are a riot of feeling and beauty.
ReplyDeletePure intensity in true 'Rene' fashion!
ReplyDeleteJean Simmons in "Elmer Gantry" comes to mind here. Excellent write.
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