Disenchanted


from the ABC set The Shadow Cycle

Past one in the morning -
I return home;
collapse onto my bed,
swamped by the indigo folds
of my dress, my body afloat;
the sun's golden reflection
balancing like a lily
on darker water.

Kick off my heels -
find new blisters and raw skin.
I wish I'd worn my Doc Marten's.
Can't breathe in this dress -
pull the side-zipper down
a few inches and exhale.
My fingers itch for a cigarette.

Pull the pins from my hair -
unaccustomed to wearing it up
so elegantly. The curls break free,
bounce around my shoulders,
catch the light from my lamp.

A squeal of delight!
My mother arrives in her dressing gown,
announces that she has never seen me
looking so beautiful as I do now;
mascara bruises cloud my cheeks - red eyes.
The pain is plastered all over my face.
She seems oblivious to these.

Instead she grabs my camera from
the bedside table - begs me to smile
for a photograph. (And you said I was mad.)
The smile is forced, of course.
She swoops down on me from
every angle - tells me I look
like a character from a Jane Austen novel:
"I prefer Charlotte Bronte."
"Don't be ridiculous, Rebecca.
You're no plain Jane!"
Then shuffles off to bed.

I stand before the mirror,
let my dress crumple to the floor,
strip until all that is left is my necklace -
the one with the silver scroll pendant;
you've even touched it before.
Those two words, engraved like a spell;
the enchantment now broken.
For the first time in months, I take it off;
It drops with a clink on my desk.
Naked, I go to bed...

Wake a few hours later - distraught!
I claw and paw at my neck, but
feel only skin and air. It's not there.
I ache for it; you know I had a habit
of squeezing the pendant between
finger and thumb, flicking the clasp
whilst we spoke, just to check it was
still there; twisting the glinting
chain around my hands.

I get out of bed. Clip it back on in the dark.
The metal – cold to my flesh - snuggles
into my neck, brushes my collar bone.
I know I am not ready yet...
to be shadowless and completely alone.

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Comments

chooselife | August 10, 2010 - 17:20

absolutely lovely. 'mascara bruises' great work.

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 17:22

Thank you for taking the time to read, chooselife! I'm glad you liked the poem ;) You've picked out one of my favourite images!

Thank you so much for the pick, cherry fairies!

Magic xxx

darkenwolf | August 10, 2010 - 17:23

Brilliant as always -truth or fiction?
I have a medicine bag with a small token from someone special long since gone from my life; the only time i ever take it off is to shower. Sometimes the smallest thing means the greatest. keep up the good work

:)

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 17:30

Thank you darkenwolf! It's truth, as are most of the poems I'm writing at the moment. (My muse continues to be good to me.) I'm wearing said necklace right now and haven't taken it off at all in over a month -so it's been in the sea, in the swimming pool and in a family friend's baby's mouth ;) And I can't really picture ever taking it off. Not just yet anyway.

Magic xxx

darkenwolf | August 10, 2010 - 17:34

even when we want to forget its good to have something that reminds us of the good times. i don't think i'll ever be able to take mine off.
Oh and ask your muse if they could smile in my direction i could use the help right now
;)

h jenkins | August 10, 2010 - 17:37

Like the imagery of this. "My fingers itch for a cigarette" is the way a real smoker feels.

One issue though. I don't understand 'the sun's golden reflection' bit. At past one in the morning should it not be 'the moon's silver reflection' or something similar? Would fit better with lilies too, I think. Perhaps I've just missed something in what you meant but I hope you don't mind the suggestion anyway.

Helvigo Jenkins

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 17:39

I think you're right, darkenwolf. And I'll try send some writing vibes your way ;)

Magic xxx

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 17:42

Hello, Helvigo! '"My fingers itch for a cigarette" is the way a real smoker feels.' - I'll admit I was a real smoker until about a month ago, I've since quit but do get the odd 'itch' ;) Re: the sun imagery, I keep forgetting, as this is a personal poem, that not everyone knows I'm a blonde! The sun imagery was reference to my hair colour which people seem to refer to as 'gold' or 'golden'. Hope that helps!

Magic xxx

h jenkins | August 10, 2010 - 17:55

Yes, I think I see what you mean.
Actually that imagery reminds me of something once written for me - but I won't go into that - far too long ago anyway.
I suppose I was also attracted by the smoking thing and your accurate rendering of the feeling. I speak as a smoker of some repute, if that is the right word; though actually I know it's not.

Best wishes.

Helvigo Jenkins

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 18:01

Rightly or wrongly, I'm glad you could relate to this one, Helvigo. And thank you again for the feedback!

Magic xxx

jennifer | August 10, 2010 - 18:15

You have completely outdone yourself - is it true? If so, many, many hugs!

The imagery was so fantastic that I could not pick one line I liked enough to highlight above the rest, because every one was touched with brilliance.

I wish I'd written it.

J x

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 18:22

Wow! Thank you so much, Jen. To get a compliment like that from such a talented writer... just wow. Yes, it is all true. Poetry is working its magic as a therapy however, and I'm doing OK! Oh, and thanks for the hugs ;)

Magic xxx

darkenwolf | August 10, 2010 - 18:31

many thanks :)

insertponceyfre... | August 10, 2010 - 18:37

Magic, there's so much in this poem - it would make a fantastic piece of prose too - if you ever feel the urge, this would be the one to have a go with!

MistakenMagic | August 10, 2010 - 18:40

Thank you, insert! Glad you liked this one. You're right, my poems are getting more and more narrative - I'll have a think about it ;)

Magic xxx

darkenwolf | August 10, 2010 - 19:25

i agree with insert - write the story -it can be cathartic.

kheldar | August 11, 2010 - 21:58

Fantastic as ever. Very, very well done.

David xxx

P.S. you'll never no how hard I had to bite down on an immature comment or two (yes, even at my grand old age I can still fall prey to immaturity - tis the curse of thinking oneself funny!!!)

MistakenMagic | August 11, 2010 - 22:01

Oh come on, David! Let's hear it. As you can see from the poem, I need cheering up ;)

Magic xxx

rjnewlyn | August 11, 2010 - 22:18

One of your best I think. What struck me particularly was the idea of the luck-charm (which is as ancient as it gets) still exerting its power in such a modern setting (mascara and cigs and all), with a bit of 18th/19th century thrown in for good measure. It gave it a weight beyond the simple description of the moment. Or something like that ... Well done, anyway.

Rob

MistakenMagic | August 11, 2010 - 22:42

Thank you, Rob! This is a personal favourite of mine. I couldn't resist throwing in some literary references, the little English nerd that I am ;)

Magic xxx

shoe | August 12, 2010 - 09:04

I really like the way all the little details let us know how you are feeling inside, and how the mother does not even notice was heart rending. beautiful writing and imagery.

MistakenMagic | August 12, 2010 - 09:15

Thank you, Shirley! I'm glad I managed to convey the emotions effectively ;)

Magic xxx

MistakenMagic | August 12, 2010 - 20:40

Thank you, Julie! I know a few people that have pieces of jewellery and other sentimental trinkets they keep with them at all times, and it seems you are now one of them ;) Glad you could relate to this!

Magic xxx

Cavalcaderl | August 12, 2010 - 21:51

new MistakenMagic
This is a fab: one.
Well deserved cherry"
Loved the itch, for a cigarette
people now have to go outside and puff!
And the bouncy curls you let down. Keeping
the pendant on at all time, or re- fetching it.
I to had a necklace took it off, at night and one day
threw away. Still photos of wearing it. Memories.
And once a telegram when 21 just went. Always wore
my cross that was blessed, but since allergy just carry it in my purse. Your's must have had a life memory to it too.
julie xx

Silver Spun Sand | August 13, 2010 - 10:07

Magic - there is little that remains for me to say, except the success of this poem is no surprise.

Your maturity as a writer grows and grows, which is illustrated here, so brilliantly. Oh and by the way, I too was addicted to Doc Martens, so can identify one hundred per cent with that particular line.

More than well done;-)

Tina xxx

Nathan Bednarek | August 13, 2010 - 12:59

I was hooked right from the first stanza and felt especially drawn to the image you used in these lines:

'the sun's golden reflection
balancing like a lily
on darker water.'

It reads almost like a little haiku within a magnificent poem.

I also think the title is spot on for this poem.

The whole thing really communicates with me as the reader. Though certain feelings I am not able to understand, I am able to attach myself to the message given here.

Amazing, well done.

Nathan x

MistakenMagic | August 13, 2010 - 13:36

Hello, Tina! Thank you so much for the lovely comment. I'm missing my Doc Marten's at the moment as they haven't been very appropriate for the summer months - one reason to look forward to Autumn, as I can take them out of my wardrobe again ;)

Magic xxx

MistakenMagic | August 13, 2010 - 13:37

Thanks so much, Nathan! It's lovely to hear from you again :) It took me a while to decide on the title as I wanted something that really packs a punch - so I'm glad you liked the one I eventually picked!

Magic xxx

Beeme | August 16, 2010 - 09:51

Well done of the cherry, richly deserved. Apologizes again for my late commenting. This poem is a masterpiece in my opinion, the details make the poem so human and sincere. I'm sad if this is true Magic and if so you have many hugs from me too.

As with Jennifer, I wish I had written this ;) It's amazing. Although I've already said, you're so talented. This to me, is one of your best. Well done!! As with Tina, I see with every new poem you're growing as a writer and as you're producing this now, I can't wait to see what you envail to us in the future!
Beeme xx

MistakenMagic | August 16, 2010 - 10:18

I really appreciate you taking the time to catch-up, Beeme! I'm so glad you love this one - it is one of my favourites and I do think, a personal best. It is true, but please don't be sad for me. I'm treating all these experiences as a learning curve and they are really fuelling my poetry! I wouldn't have it any other way ;)

Magic xxx

Kahdai | August 24, 2010 - 11:29

aaw magic, keep it close for now, one day you will either lose it or forget it, then you will be cured. Ii have had so many things like that, at the moment a plastic ring chosen for me by special someone & a twisty peice of wood I found at th edg of a bonfire! I like the missing your doc martins, and unpinning your hair, I like dressing up just not putting up with it for long, am a creature of comfort I am. ;) K xxx

MistakenMagic | August 24, 2010 - 11:44

Thank you Kahdai :) I wear it now as a comfort - but when it ceases to be one I 'll take it off and put it somewhere safe.

Magic xxx