by Lena Vanelslander
Entangle me in your passion
Take my blood and sign your masterpiece
From the alpha till the omega
Paint the waters deep
Let your finger be the brush
And my body the curtain
Slide along the curves
Of desires (un)certain
Till I surrender
and shiver for love's innuendo.
Lena Vanelslander, who is one of my favorite poets and who follows this blog under the name "Demeter," swam many waters. History, Comparative Culture Analysis, Languages, Mythology, Literature, Poetry, too many to sum up. After a life of tribulations the turning point came in her mid twenties: she started to write, actively, poetry in English. Her melancholic and darkminded nature colour her poems to an individual signature in both time and space.
She's been published in the Stray Branch, Savage Manners, the Delinquent and The Sylvan Echo. Her first chapbook ‘Ma Chanson de Rien du Tout’ has been released in August this year. Her first book of poetry, Quills of Fire (written with Marilyn Campiz) will appear in November 2009. When not writing fascinating and beautiful poems, she also profiles writers as a contributing editor for Gloom Cupboard () and editor for Outsider Writers .
I asked Lena to submit her favorite of her poems, and tell us about it. Here's what she had to say about "Painted red."
My own favourite poem is ‘Painted Red’ and originated from two other poems: an untitled one by myself and ‘Artwork’ by Elizabeth Kate Switaj, a poem in response to ‘untitled’. I wrote the first version but wasn’t 100% satisfied with the result, though some interesting ideas and images did emerge and found expression. The poem contained the verses ‘I’m bleeding Make me an artwork of it’ to which Elizabeth replied with her poem. Combining these two poems as inspiration and impulse to explicate what I started, I wrote ‘Painted Red’, this time with confidence in my own verses, knowing I expressed my thoughts accurately.
, as always, represents freedom in expression to me and ‘Painted Red’ is an excellent example … To make the body an artwork and paint it with the blood of the writer spoke to my unconscious imagination. I hope you enjoy the growth and train of thoughts in the poems as much as I did.
Here, too, are the poems that inspired Painted red:
by Lena Vanelslander.
There used to be a place like this
Where all was fine, where all was peace.
Make me an artwork of it
Shed your skin to keep me warm
Touch my body,
Along the hills and valleys
And make it flourish with your breath and skin.
Make it an oasis in the deserted corridors
A secret place where you and I can meet ...
A place like this ...
Where all is fine, where all is at peace.
I tried to make a painting with your blood
but all the platelets fled
of my whalebone & horsehair
words & hills & valleys
into that shallow splash
It turned into an ocean
and raged, erased
my words & lines
& then my mind
& then my fingers’ memories of how to hold a pen
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Thanks to Ms. Switaj, as well, for letting Lena send me her poem and put it here, too. Read more of her poems at Daughter of The Ring Of Fire.
And now to confirm what the post title says, this is the last Sunday's Poem ever, but that's only because Sunday's poem is going to be moving to Friday, so after today it'll be Friday's Poem, so if you're a poet who wants to submit one, send it to me at thetroublewithroy[at]yahoo.com. Put "Friday's Poem" in the subject line, so I don't accidentally delete it. I don't have time to read all my emails, you know -- I'm too busy helping a variety of members of the Nigerian royal family move their money to this country.
Starting next sunday: Nonsportsmanlike Conduct! makes its return... of sorts.