An Ocean Brews at the End of the Galaxy

Fire-Spark O’ the Wilds,
my 13th sister on my Muse’s dream side,
said that
I bachata danced out of Universe’s womb
with ripe strawberries for eyes.

My flesh mother tried to strawberry-gouge me,
but I flashed her my first Third Eye glare
and she ran screaming out of the birthing pond;

the Midwife freed my umbilicus
with a single bursting shot
of her trusty carbine—
12.6 mothers had ran out on her before,
so the child-whisperer was ready.

Of course I wasn’t born knowing
that I wanted to be an astronaut!
What kind of skullduggery is that?

Rocketing to that cosmic level of highness
didn’t brightened my berries
until the eventide Polka-Dotted Fox softly shrieked,
“An ocean brews at the end of the galaxy,
waiting for a Wild Dancer.”

I jumped on my rocket ship,
opened all my eyes… opened them again,
and dreamed myself up, Scotty.

Worried the fox might have tricked me?
No—
wild things never lie.

for
(Kerry’s Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ In Other Words)…

Hopi Dream “The Royalty”, acrylic on board, by Peca Fine Art

57 comments:

  1. Very cool poetic accompaniment to a quirky cool image!

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    1. I'm falling for Peca's art. I can feel the words jumping out of my head and dancing into shape as I watch the colors...

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  2. sometimes if I'm very, very still while reading one of your terrifical writes, I can see the holes in your head and it makes me happy cuz there are wonderous things rolling around in there. This was a delight. xoxo Oma Linda

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    1. I hope the holes are in colors! That way, I can say that I dream in rainbows. ;-D

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  3. Don't forget your towel!

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  4. thank you Magaly !!!

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    1. You're very welcome. Thank YOU, for the inspiration. I find myself enchanted by your style.

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  5. WOw wow WOW!!!!...just WOW :D XXX

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    1. I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one opening and closing my mouth, and going, "Wow!" over and over. ;-D ♥

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  6. I absolutely love this, Magaly! specially, 'dreamed myself up,' and the final line. So glad you like the art--this one of the foxes is especially cool, but your poem really takes it and runs with it.

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    1. Peca's vision is so rich and dreamy. I love her creatures and her symbols. I've been enjoying the wonderful things she does with eyes...

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  7. As always Maggie, you have astonished me with your flesh-like tone, and the science fiction part of this is quite intriguing.

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    1. The bright, psychedelic wildlife, the moons and wee galaxies brought to mind Star Trek...

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  8. This is completely brilliant, and I adore the image that accompanies your words! ♡

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  9. Oh that way of being born is something else.. Good angle with that third eye too.. fantasy running wild.

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    1. Wild and swirling, indeed. ;-)

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  10. Perfect words paired with a stunning image! Fly me to the moon Captain :)

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    1. Jump on my back and I'll write as you paint our way there!

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  11. That is damn cool. I like everything about it... the fantasy, the imagery and the phrases. And that is a great title.
    -HA

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    1. Kerry blessed us with two amazing book titles, didn't she? It also helps that The Ocean at the End of the Lane is one of my favorite newer novels. Then again, I can't remember anything Gaiman that I don't love. ;-)

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  12. Oh, I love violent childbirth! It should be all blood and love and the dance of death on the midwife's peripheral vision. Very nice. Very, very nice.

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    1. All midwives should be great shots!

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  13. Oh how I loved this, especially "wild things never lie". Such a cool write!

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    1. Wild thing always stay true to themselves. That might mean getting rather creative with what others consider truth, but in the end they will always be who they are. It's one of the reasons why I love the wild so much: it will embrace you or kill you, but it won't try to fool you while it does it.

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    2. Just what I thought too. Wonderful, colorful imagination (though you did have a stunner picture to work with)

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    3. "stunner" and then some!

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  14. What an amazing piece of art, transformed into a cool poem! I love the strawberry eyes and the call of the universe.

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    1. Thanks so much for the great choices!

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  15. Indeed. Foxes don't trick; that's Coyote's bag. And even he only tricks to teach. ;) We Foxes are just clever... like the Doctor.

    I adore this painting.

    -your Artful White (never tricky) Fox. <3

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    1. And I must wonder, what sort of seafood swims in that ocean? Is it tasty? Or does it impart wisdom, like Salmon...

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    2. I wonder if some of the wise things might be tasty, too. *cough*

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  16. The umbilical cord severed with a carbine? The baby will be wondering what kind of world it is to be. Like your style of having the unexpected in your take! Great lines Magaly!

    Hank

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    1. Maybe the loudness of the baby's birth will nudge her/him to work towards creating a quieter world... or a universe where noises mean something lovely. ♥

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  17. Ripe strawberries for eyes, wild dancers, the character got spunk ~I admire the creative birthing, smiles ~

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    1. Have I told you that "spunk" is one of my favorite words? Well, it is. I love the way it tastes in my mouth.

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  18. "12.6 mothers had ran out on her before,
    so the child-whisperer was ready"

    Priceless.

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  19. I like the entire piece. Talented imagination reigns.

    I also like the art tremendously.

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  20. Hahaha... yup! "Beam me up Scotty". Very entertaining write.
    ZQ

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    1. Glad you find it to be so. ;-)

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  21. Your magical use of words dotting the page like little sparks of colour and light fill me with inspiration Magaly!

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    1. Let us dance from dot to color-bursting dot together then!

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  22. What wild and wonderful things brew in that brain of yours! You've written Pop Surrealism poetry! :D

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    1. "Pop Surrealism poetry!" I absolutely LOVE that. ;-D

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  23. I was dancing bachata on Friday. It is sensual and rhythmic at the same time. Bachata danced out of Universe’s womb with ripe strawberries for eyes? Sounds great!

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    1. Yay! for bachata dancing. Few things feed the soul the way my dear music can... *closes her eyes and dances on warm Dominican soil*

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  24. The words that download from your creative core when you upload through your visual portals ( aka "strawberries" ) will never stop delighting me.

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    1. Your comment makes me feel wildly steampunk(ish). I like it!

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  25. …"didn't brighten my berries". made me laugh. A little crazy mixed with a little fun! What an imagination you have.

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    1. I might have laugh a bit (okay, a lot) while writing this one. I did really enjoy it. ;-)

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  26. So delightful...love the ending. It seems we humans have the liar's tongue.

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    1. It seems that way... Maybe we'll evolve beyond our constant need to use it.

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  27. I love this image. It makes me feel calm. Your words to give a whole different spin to it than I expected and those fit so well.

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    1. They dance together, don't they? And I agree with the feeling of calmness... I can look at the painting and be so taken by the colors, shapes, fusions and possibilities that I would have little time to worry about anything.

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