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Schizo Fairy

(dreams)

‘You are a falsehood, you are my illness, you are a ghost’  –  Fyodor Dostoyevsky
 
‘in a split second the dream
piles before us mountains as stony
as real life’
   –  Wisława Szymborska

 

I. It starts in the hands

Red ribbons around black hair.
inside, a girl born to airful snow,
snow like a scarf around her neck

Oh for it suddenly to be
acrostic backflips
Pixie at dew-needle
motorized influential
the blinding parklands
inescapable froidure
of the walls
heathen master
it charges it relishes
Matadors and atlases
those little slips
Plutonium brace holds
Pixie contortionist,
chewing a folded
maw-star, 
brazenly
petrol fills the eye
fundamentalist's ignition
riddle of the manor
impeded
tomfoolery spilling over in stone,
those enchanted shells
but 
pixie on the mind
out the second
mother calf
what viscid filament,
flips
these winged colossi,
rings and rings
of docks, 
claustrophobia of nature
the room is fountain
lioness-stone
a topaz eyed dryad she
fluctuates in her taffeta
in a bulb housed bobbing 
careening serenely
in the attic-slat
found at gloaming 
anointed 
desist, desist, 
Lamina extruded
mother fat 
cheap, free abuse
desert hoist of steam
my pencil smokes
Augustan chief
redlands woody hair
Necropolis militant
'I disagree with the long neck
of the starlet
flamingo vice
her scarlet brogue'
She leaves the cold,
hyaline grasses
throat- concatenates the 
thrilling streets
broken toe of
the steam-pastures
Panoptic exhibit
frolicking kiss of molecule
and spice
the enchanted nebulae
audio;
laburnum anchors
cut-glass aria with amethyst gravel
scatter teeth, rose
prolong your atticisms,
let us not extend perdition
to
the 
reptile officers
let us be spoken to
pixie
kinetic murmur

 

 

 

II. knitted dreams

These lands, hungrier by night,
grow into suns'
under the eyes,

 

Shod in apnea, 
entire spasm
galvanized in urn;
carbon pox
(Parnassus, his argent ear )
cracks through monochrome
citadel,
dislodged from sentinel
into cusp of
(Parnassus in foxtails)
liniment poured into ear
cortex skullduggery
(Parnassus at coppice with spade)
accordion-extenuate
the thin painted mind,
they paraded me thus
palisades of fleeing civilians
scimitar of quake,
(Parnassus, in pleated bearskin)
scorching
the plantagenet thus
philosopher-boy with his toys of mud
iron cloud
over boiling mouths
Ring cymbal
mad clasp of
the belial at shore
(Parnassus, his milk-stained couplet) 
vassals of that glutton,
part the colors of
the sphere,
Sanctuary, sights isle
below
immunity's white cloak,
dulcet wounds
clustered
interrobang

 

 

 

III.  the house of whistling shadow

Each creature on this ground,
soars further and further
with tempestuous aspect,
the painted are moored out of canvas
mirrors widen and scream their 
liquid song

 

Astride cinnabar
wolf,
thoughts cracked on
whetstone darling buds,
brimstone palms
whirring petal off cheaply
even day-gaze
confers
pendulous altitude 
helicopter-garret
body merely a centimeter
of beat,
its tripling
loch
sky rusts,
rutilant bruise
carriers scuttle
to lake; chaffing between
boulders of navy polythene
(the lowly jaunt to
cenotaph)
mollusks
disseminate
machinist laws
as language
dendrite construction
over opaque vault,
Hyperbolic hair-making
of vermin,
mimics the
trussed skull
of the priestess
before incantation
flutes and those heavy brushes
Here, she mops her cut-mirror brow 
lends her touch,
despair, the warrior
his bounty
of voices,
his shingled tone,
(holographic 
moth-andante)
despair the equal
plane, the creaseless spike
of land,
(paper-boats on
gargoyle-tongue)
despair the temple
where they
preach on wave

Not for me the cussed out scholar
his Titian carcasses
Not for me the ambition of 
concrete
snapdragons

 

 

 

IV. Such a clever girl!

I swear I have a witch's elan,
I swear I eat joints of sapphire in sleep
and wake to blue hay and mud like
fairest wool

Fandango in
plexus
witch in chambray,
strut your triangular
phrase
speak the substance of your
sculled,
diamond phial,
brush on
maquillage of the cosmic
unctuous shrapnel lids,

spin the baton,
its slicing emerald
teeth
Your desolation;
tossed magma
at morn
shoals of egrets,
engulfing the basilisk trough
witch, her camelia, scotch,
quartet
witch, her python river
furling outright
over mind's stalagmite
her
fulminating crisp hymn
torches hollow
where
Volta of heart
encloses
placketed bog,
encloses
A woman with a Chinese fan
and a novella,
the immense multiplying
and toppling edges
of the century;
her skiff
to
dark in plaster
mink crypt. idiom capsized .
the softness of those
black seas


 

 

 

[Afshan Shafi lives in Lahore, Pakistan and has studied English Literature and International Relations at The University of Buckingham and Regent’s University London. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Clinic3am magazine, Ala Champ Magazine, Melusine, Ink Sweat and Tears, A Literation, Uut Poetry, Muse India, Pour Vida, ditch, Full of Crow, New Asian Writing, I am not a silent poet, Visual Verse, Black heart magazine, and others. Her debut chapbook of poems Odd Circles was published by Readings (Pakistan) in 2014. She is the founding editor of the online Abbreviate Journal and also a poetry editor for The Missing Slate and the forthcoming Aleph Review.]

 

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