Attempt to keep your eyelids closed beside
your sister, faux repose, until you feel a pull
of limbs, entreating your return to him. Outside
again, inside a blink, beneath the full
still moon, a haughty pink — how I have lost
my mind,, you think. Though it is something else
you seek — someone, in fact, whose path you crossed
this night in darkness, pines, bees and moths. Smell
of nectar as you draw close upon
your tiptoes, ballerina ghost
to him, who looms above a trembling fawn —
another, face replaced with bloom, engrossed,
looks on. Upright, a start, affright, in bed,
you will believe it was a dream instead….
Pas De Deer
…. of something that could never be — a boy
that blossoms, like a bee, each beasts his lips
embrace, petals he proffers for a face. Mind cloyed
with thoughts of his unblinking eyes eclipsed
by these nightmarish lies. Escape, alone,
investigate, by morning light, a dream
you contemplate in between stepping stones
and longleaf pines until a bounding seems
to overtake you, body, mind. Revolve
to see an antlered beast, the nightmare deer,
you observed male lips draw near, resolved
to gore, or perchance just imbue with fear
an enemy — as clearly you are deemed.
You cannot think that last night was a dream.
Ballerina Ghost and Pas de Deer are sonnets from my
forthcoming collection Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever
Dream (TwistiT Press 2020).. Flutter is a hybrid full-length
Poetry collection of sonnets with prose annotations
telling the story of Sylvia Dandridge, a teenage girl in 1883
dying of scarlet fever. Sylvia’s world is limited by her feverish
nature but expansive in her blooming mind and populated
even with romance (a boyish bee demon) and offspring
she will never have (the lemon tree foundling twins).
Ballerina Ghost is the story of Fiona, one of the
imaginary foundlings who decides to take off on her first
solo adventure into a midnight woods. When she returned
to bed she dreamed she returned a second time to have
more experiences with the boy. Unfortunately, in her
dream, she sees him performing what appears to be a dark
act upon some deer. In Pas De Deer, Fiona is faced with an
even darker realization when the deer world seems to have
deemed her an enemy — maybe it was not a dream. Maybe
this boy is not what he seemed.
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