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george fillingham

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ruan wright

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What Dreams May Become (au Chagall)

Nightmares, galloping trampling the mind
grazing shiny ideals, shifting dollops aside
kicking at fresh green fields, hoofing hopeful shoots behind
streaking tender tangerine sky;

Escapes, whirling astride sweet clean meadow
ethereal bride flit-fleeing winsome groom
waiting, watching, pale blithesome fellow
suffering sound-sighs fanciful swoon;

Visions, aloft clear blue highs
pinnacled turrets, dip-deep dives
far out forays, gaping hungry starburst eyes
gobbling secrets, swallowing sadness, gulping cries;

Truths, pearly shimmering silk water blues
lilac frothing, lace-layered ecru
rose-petal flouncing, glimmering satin, smooth silver shoes
soft as sway, stem firm dancing, eschewing the fey, embracing what's new;

Lies, startling tell-nothing-tell-me-all eyes, glassy magician glittering

a mirror, bending, what’s true?  First there is no thing, then there are two
inside and outwards, upwards and through, downwards a whispering
shout, come out, do: SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And bow. Thank you!

One hand clapping.

 

© Ruan Wright

 

 

Fat and Small


Fat

In my dreams
I’m a cat
svelte
and lithe
with nine
l o n g
lives
each of them
fat

Small

In my dreams
I’m a man
upright
and tall
with two
s t r o n g
hands
neither of them
small

 

© Ruan Wright

 

 

The Elephant in my Room

... So I asked for an elephant. I didn’t think they’d really get me one, but that’s what it’s like around here, they can’t tell the difference between truth and fiction. Hollywood!

    Yeah, I am a star but ... an elephant! I mean, I just thought of something outrageous, off the top of my head, for a laugh, you know. I mean, look at it! Ellie. I guess it’s a girl. That’s something.

I’m gonna need someone to muck her out, though. My God, that’s one pile of crap she just dumped! Eeeew, Georgie, call someone!

    Big ears, big trunk, big ass – reminds me of that useless maid I had a while back. What was she? Puerto Rican? Well, I don’t hold that against her; but she did keep knocking things over. You remember? I think she drank. But when she broke the Lalique – well, she had to go. I mean, it was a Lalique. Yeah, well, so she did say she was sorry, and it was insured but ... ‘sorry’ doesn’t resurrect art. It was one of a kind, for God’s sake.

    But this elephant, now she’s a star. She’s trained, you can tell. Standing so steady on that red and gold stool they put in her enclosure. Balancing that little blue ball on her head and on her ass.

    Look! Aww.

    Hey, I just realized! This is my enclosure! My room! She’s enclosed in my enclosure. Go figure. Well, at least she can’t get near the glassware. Or can she? That trunk, they say it’s like a finger, with lips on the end. Imagine. Wow, you’d love it if I had lips on my fingers, wouldn’t you Georgie?

    Hey, cut it out! Not now! I’m on in half an hour.

    Here, Ellie, have a peanut.

    Aww, she has such long eyelashes. Look! Aww, she looks sad. Those can’t be tears, can they? Do elephants cry? I heard they can pine themselves to death. They have these close social groups and all the females take care of the little ones. And I heard they mourn their dead and stay by the sick to comfort them.

    Oh, yeah, and it was in the paper just the other day – yes, I read the papers! When I get the chance. Not just for the reviews! Whaddya think, I’m dumb or something? Anyway, they did this test with a huge mirror to see if an elephant could recognize itself. What did they call it ... to see if they were ... self-aware ... apparently only chimps, humans and, maybe, dolphins are. Well this elephant – ‘Happy’ they called her – she looked in the mirror and used the image to find a red dot they’d painted on her head. Smart girl.

    Here, Ellie-Wellie, have another peanut. There’s a good girl.

    Hey, Georgie, bring me that red lipstick, will you? And that mirror. I have to get ready. And tell ‘em to lose the elephant; she stinks. Tell ‘em I want Champagne on tap instead.

© Ruan Wright

 


Ruan Wright was born and raised in Great Britain. She moved to the US in 1996. She has published poems and short stories in a variety of journals including RADIX, Seeker Magazine, The Taj Mahal Review, Pennine Ink, and ART TIMES. She is co-chair of the Naperville Writers Group and coordinator of the Bolingbrook Writers group. She currently lives in the south-western suburbs of Chicago with one husband, two teens, two cats, one lizard, and lots of trees. To email this writer, click here.

 

 

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