Sunday, November 3, 2013

Recurrection Reunion

     Resurrection Reunion 2 by Stanley Spencer

What the hell?
Here I am, back again;
dirt up my nose and in my ears,
amid all these crazy people
in woolen stockings.

When time bends over, double
and we step
across the fold
to back-here-again,
then dinosaur oil slicks
knit back
into shining, bone-hard whiteness
covered over in leather-flesh
filled with being.

Dusty tombs
fill with reconstituted blood and juices,
fresh flesh,
so succulent and tender,
lips again kissable
tongues speaking, shrieking
hands pulling aside
death shrouds.
And feet,
my feet,
in woolen stockings
amid all these crazy people;
dirt up my nose and in my ears.
Here I am, back again.
What the hell?


This is for the The Mag creative writing group and also the Nobember PAD prompt from Writer's Digest.  Click on the links and check them out.
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42 comments:

  1. CloudiaNovember 3, 2013 at 12:40 PM

    There are numerous wonderers seeking first steps, but you go deep where few can follow.
    Aloha

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    1. Other MaryNovember 3, 2013 at 2:26 PM

      Thank you Cloudia. Though I'm not sure many would want to follow this train of thought, lol.

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  2. Kathe W.November 3, 2013 at 12:42 PM

    Here I am, back again.
    What the hell?
    Loved this!

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  3. Ginny BrannanNovember 3, 2013 at 1:08 PM

    "When time bends over, double
    and we step
    across the fold"

    It's a terrible thing now, when everything reminds me of our favorite Doctor!! My son and I were just watching "The Science of Dr. Who" that talked about possibility of time travel, and crossing time through the "bend in the fold." Sorry, I digress. Lovely write, Mary, great capture!!

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    1. Other MaryNovember 3, 2013 at 2:24 PM

      Heeheehee, yes there's always a little of the Doctor in everything! ;-)

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  4. steveroniNovember 3, 2013 at 1:27 PM

    You may just walk away (back again) with Prize-of-the-Week, for this one, Mary! And ya know, dead or alive, we cannot escape ourselves.

    A scintillating experience you've given us, Mary.

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  5. Pat HattNovember 3, 2013 at 1:33 PM

    Back again, damn that dirt needs a good weed whacker or something

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    1. Other MaryNovember 3, 2013 at 2:23 PM

      :o) Pat...this actually doesn't rhyme! Holy Cow (as we say in Wisconsin).

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  6. Brian MillerNovember 3, 2013 at 1:40 PM

    hahaha....awaking in our shroud, our death clothes...and dirt up our nose...oh i hope not...how terrible a joke would resurrection be if we could not lift the coffin lid...smiles...

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    1. Other MaryNovember 3, 2013 at 2:22 PM

      Hahaha - yes...def goes un the category of 'careful what you wish for'!

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  7. AnonymousNovember 3, 2013 at 3:30 PM

    Oh! I wouldn't want such a resurrection. A very creative interpretation of the ancient belief and very well written. I certainly enjoyed your writing style. :-)
    -HA

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  8. LeoviNovember 3, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    This poem seems to me a very funny existentialism!

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  9. Bekkie SanchezNovember 3, 2013 at 4:18 PM

    I like the fun fractal quality of your poem Mary! Bravo!

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  10. ayalaNovember 3, 2013 at 4:59 PM

    Very cool, Mary. :)

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  11. AnonymousNovember 3, 2013 at 5:29 PM

    This is one of those poems that I have no qualm about reading over and over. There is a "brownness" and scratchy texture this that makes it so enjoyable. Thanks for sharing ~peace, Jason

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  12. humbirdNovember 3, 2013 at 7:09 PM

    Actually, this reminds me the spiritual awakening, when people after only existing become present, noticing reality "amid all these crazy people;
    dirt up my nose and in my ears." lol ~ like this poem, very creative!

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  13. HelenNovember 3, 2013 at 8:00 PM

    Another memory from my Midwest childhood (Illinois) .... The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout --- couldn't resist, Mary!

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  14. Magaly GuerreroNovember 3, 2013 at 11:34 PM

    "fill with reconstituted blood and juices,
    fresh flesh,"

    After reading this, I feel an intense urge to reread Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite!

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  15. Silent Otto November 4, 2013 at 5:27 AM

    If i get to hell and you are there then that'll do me , Other Mary !

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    1. Other MaryNovember 7, 2013 at 9:15 AM

      Hahaha - be sure to look for me, I'll likely be there!

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  16. LynNovember 4, 2013 at 7:51 AM

    Wonderful! "when time bends over...step across the fold"...wherever this comes from, keep going! I too have "lips" in mine...hmmm..

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    1. Other MaryNovember 7, 2013 at 8:59 AM

      Thanks Lyn - I really liked your tangerine lips detail, btw. :o)

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  17. 21 WitsNovember 4, 2013 at 10:44 AM

    Perfect pairing of all these souls, from woolen socks to bending moments of silly, mostly willing togetherness, you certainly brought their folly right to the surface.

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  18. TruedessaNovember 4, 2013 at 1:51 PM

    Wow enjoyed the opening that sure was an attention grabber
    and you kept it all through the read..thanks for sharing..

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  19. Tess KincaidNovember 4, 2013 at 2:35 PM

    Love this! Now if you'll excuse me...I need to blow this dirt out of my nose...

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    1. Other MaryNovember 7, 2013 at 9:18 AM

      Thanks Tess. It was a cool prompt. But I couldn't get over thinking that white cloth in the middle looked like a big cow udder. I guess that's part of being from Wisconsin...

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  20. AnonymousNovember 5, 2013 at 2:52 PM

    Love this!! So visual and the lines - here I am back again - what the hell! ~ classic. Very clever write Other Mary ;-) Thank you.

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  21. Susan AndersonNovember 6, 2013 at 8:36 PM

    I really enjoyed the circular nature of this poem. Very cool stuff.
    (The woolen socks and dirt up the nose were used so effectively.)

    =)

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