Painting is Poppies on my Mind by
Filming this Dream in Color
The curtain opens: What's this-?
The film is almost over. Old silent
black and white starring. . .that you
tied to those tracks? You start to shiver.
Through the 'rain' streaking the screen,
you see snow banked. Tinny piano
builds to a crescendo as The Villain
slinks to a frost-glittering saguaro,
ducks behind. Second camera shows .
him combing a snow-salted mustache,
then peeking to make sure The Victim --
you, beyond mistake -- hasn't wriggled
free of the ropes that bind her wrists
and ankles. Make my day, his vein-eyed
squint and dirt-yellow grin signal. Let.
yourself be ground beneath the wheels.
Hum in the rails means it's coming.
Know what they say about railroad time.
Cow-catcher takes the first bite. I can
hear your heart hammer from here.
Warms the bulge between my legs, heh-
heh-heh. Shame your mouth's too dry
to scream. Not that anyone would hear.
Blink if you think hooves thunder
this way. Rescue a fantasy. Ask me
dear departed mither. Dizzy? Maybe
you'll get lucky and faint, heh-. . .NO!!
dammit, NO!! Little Nell, I am NOT!!
you hear a voice cry. Sheets, pillow,
and covers fly as you throw off the ropes,
race to the cactus the snake slithered
behind, grab both ends of that stupid
comic book mustache and pull!! At
the same time, knee the viper where
'e lives. Take that, you sorry sacka puke!
Take that!! Shock throws him, then
the pain. Suddenly finds himself roped
and branded. Thorns dig new holes.
Train roars past, then screeches to
a halt. Sparks firefly drifts suddenly
backlighted by a cloud-shoving sun.
The End. For The Villain, that is.
. . . . . .Drum roll, please !!. . . . . .
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, December, 2007
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|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson
|I thought I had left a comment earlier. I love this poem more and more each time that I read it. Your writing is so clear and direct. I feel drawn into the scene of each vignette. Lovely work.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|lol. What a delight. The villian got his due in the end. I love it. Liz|
|Reviewed by Sheri Uy
|Outstanding! Couldn't help but catch my breath. Exciting read dear, sweet lady. A stunning episode indeed! From my home to yours, warmth and glow of peace, hope and love. Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Stunning work Pea!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
You film brilliantly in verse--such an exquisite poem! I love how you capture each nuance, each shadow, each detail...stunning!!
(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas, Karla.
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Wow this is a very intense filming
it was quite a dream
Love the painting its perfect with poem!
Wishing you an abundance of blessings of
Peace Love and Joy....Merry Christmas....Morning Star
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i love the painting and absolutely find the write delightful with all the elements necessary for a great tale!|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Oh how I love this! Slateboard Take One - Tied and Tried O' Mercy! All in a day's night's dreams work...opium's working from those poppies...tie-dye trip in the desert lasagna-better'n-spaghetti Western. Techni-color Rit dye pot dipped cinema purple cactus pink train green track before Gene Autry before Roy Rogers and way after Cat Ballou...here's your drum roll...it's a wrap!