Red Slip and Passion Fruit Ice Cream

They said, “Don’t be wild, little girl,
red is for December mirth and February passion.
If you want to be a pure bride, if you want to be a star,
you must wear white; maybe inured gold or subdued silver.
Never red.”

I said nothing.
Fretting your words would burst out of my mouth,
and the world,
and the shop keepers,
and the hoarders of orthodoxy
(who mean less than almost nothing to me)
would be blasted by the sound
of your death-clad jollity.

Because I know, Little Brother,
that you would shout in their prim faces,
“Hahahahaha! I used to walk the New York City night,
under the hottest of summery darks,
to get passion fruit ice cream
for my Big Sister to eat at the Witching Hour.
And she was the purest of stars in my eyes.”

My heart fills when I think of you,
sometimes,
my feelings turn into waters
that dance down my cheeks
and frame my smiles with bittersweet salt.

Like the other day,
when the Heart I chose for me, when the Heart that chose me back
hunted the New York City day and night,
battling through slips of white, ivory, eggshell, fuchsia…
until he captured red silk that made me jump and shriek with delight.

They say little girls dream of marrying their fathers;
but I’m a witchy woman, Little Brother—
I’m marrying Papi’s kindness, and
your greater-than-any-universe happy heart,
packed in a soul that makes me brighter than the wildest of stars.

And I’m very surprised, Little Brother,
because I never knew I needed any of this or that…
“Did I just hear the joy-full rumble of a death-clad laugh?”

inspired by brotherly love that has travelled to the Summerlands
and “You Don’t Have to Be a Star,” by Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr

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    1. http://koffeeklatchgals.hubpages.com/hub/Wedding-Superstitions-and-Traditions
      'white was a matter of money, not purity' ;)

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    2. From now on, whenever I see a bride in white I shall ask her, "Are you marrying your cousin?" Think that would make for a cool bit of wedding day trivia? Probably not, lol!

      Thanks for the article!

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  2. *has tears in my eyes and a HUGE smile in my heart* <3 XXX

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    1. As long as that heart is smiling. ;-D

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  3. .....Am choking with tears of happiness and love and oh so many feelings that I can't even begin to express with words. I know that the fact that you get what I'm feeling makes up for my momentary verbal loss.......I wish you and your Piano man the most Blessed of wedding days and many many years of happiness and passion fruit ice cream :D ! Yours truly is a match made from the of kind Magic that only occurs, when crab apples and Witchy laughter combine with sweet music and the oh so subtle merging of Words ............. how I look forward to reading the story that evolves from such Magic x :)

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    1. And I look forward to sharing the experience, my dear BookGirl. I think we got lucky to be able to bring so many things (that work) into our relationship.

      P.S., Your holey stone made it into the handfasting ritual. ;-D

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  4. There's always the sharp stab when things are blissfully good, the memory of those who we miss beside us to share the good days, the very best days. You capture this and make it bright and red...

    I hope your day is wonderful for everyone who comes to share, whether corporeal or not. The guests who attend, everyone here who wishes you the best, everyone who drifts through to watch and smile on you.

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    1. So very true....

      There were few of us in the flesh, but the room was full of friends and love...

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  5. Wonderful!!!! This really touched my heart <3

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  6. This poem speaks straight to my heart, the more so because you address it to your little brother whom I gather has gone on ahead.......very poignant. I LOVE that your man found you red silk - ignore anyone who says you cant be dressed in red for your wedding. I think you would be radiant in red! I am happy to hear of someone who has found a beautiful partner. I love a good love story! I love the feelings that dance down your cheeks, and the soul that makes you brighter than the wildest of stars. Sigh. Loved this.

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  7. You are combining past and future in this marriage taking all that is precious too from the 'now' time seems suspended in this, you converse with all with the ease of a time traveller

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    1. Indeed, my dear Shelle. We might not be a direct result of our past, but our pasts experiences and the people who make them possible shape our lives. There is be no today without yesterday and without the two there will be no tomorrow.

      Traveling...

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    1. Thank you, Debra. It felt beautiful as it birthed into words.

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  9. The brilliance of red dances in your verse and words! I am happy too for you and the joy in your wildest stars~

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    1. "brilliance of red dances" I love the taste of that image.

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  10. I now I must go and wipe the tears off my face. :) He will dance with you, Magaly. Let the red burn bright.

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  11. That was spellbinding, Magaly! ❤ The most wonderful homage to the men in your life... present and "death-clad". The bond you have with your brother is both heartbreaking and heartwarming.

    And as to the supreme awesomeness of red wedding garments... Lydia Deetz in 'Beetlejuice'!!!

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    1. A red slip makes the heart grow fonder... I'm sure that's how it goes, right? Ha!

      I missed my brother a lot during the wedding... but I cooked some of his favorite foods and danced to a several of his favorite songs. He was with us...

      And Lydia Beetz rocks in her red gown!

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  12. This is really beautiful! I love it! Amazing poem!

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  13. To find comfort in a love that has traveled on …. to be inspired to be yourself and hear his laugh of approval.. and all wrapped in a poem. Very nice.

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  14. Tears are dancing on my own cheeks in pure ecstatic joy for you. Rock the red, sister!

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    1. I rocked it and I thought of you! ♥

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  15. The most moving piece of writing. Very accessible because you use universal images everyone understands. I too get the feeling it is straight from the heart.. Love it.

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    1. Straight from the heart with pieces of soul hanging from it. It felt good... So I'm so happy you felt it, too.

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  16. Darling Magaly, this piece touched my heart and made me "feel" your joy. Red silk just for you is perfection. I'm sure that all that attend your wedding will be blessed by the sense of joy and love that you and William bring to this life. I am also sure that all who you have loved will be present as well. I can't imagine that your little brother won't dance with you and be so very happy for you. Wishing you all that is joyful on your wedding.

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    1. Oh Oma, I bet you felt the energy, too. For you were here in the holey stone and seashells of the necklace you sent me. We danced!

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  17. I'm smiling with all my heart ;o) This is so beautiful Magaly! Your brother is smiling and dancing for you ;o) As I type this, I am looking at the time and thinking, it's almost time for you to get married ;o) Yepeeee ;o) Love you xoxoxoox

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    1. I hope you did an extra-wild Stacy dance! And I hope your ears didn't ring too much because I was talking about you during the ritual! ;-D

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    2. Really??? Awwww!! Love you!!!

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  18. I find it interesting how the whole western world has been overtaken by this "white bride" phenomenon, when it was only 150 years ago we all dressed in whatever we preferred, or our clan's colors. But then Queen Victoria got married in her favorite color (white) and the rest is history.

    Hold on to your redness!

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    1. I feel that we are (very s l o w l y) moving back towards remembering to make choices and remembering ourselves. If white makes a few happy, good for them. I just hope they do it because the color makes their heart sing.

      *holds on to her redness and giggles*

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