It’s been a long time.
A long, long, long time since there was a new cinépoem in the house. Two whole years, in fact.
So I’m beyond ecstatic to announce a new cinépoem featuring the lovely Lucette de Luna (for the second time) and introducing the gorgeous and frighteningly talented Caroline Augusta (a formidable artist in her own right.)
The new vid isn’t on this site, however… technology issues and the need for a whole new website redo, my webmaster tells me. But you can find it at the usual You Tube channel for all my cinépoems, and it will probably show up on vimeo before too long, as well.
Go take a gander, and if you want to read along, here’s the poem itself…
TEMPEST
There is nothing civilized
about love.
Not the way she does it…
a living thing
of hoof and horn
of dervish whirl
and lunar howl.
She abides in the eye of a season of storms
where there can be no allowance
for abnegation–ask her to deny herself
and you ask the moon to abandon the sky
and orbit instead around your shoelace.
Her love is unfit
for polite company.
prone to violence.
subject to squalls.
she goes in for a kiss
and takes out your eyes.
Society will not stand
for such barbarity, will demand
a dress code and Corinthians
which is, of course, a language
she has not learned to speak.
But then again, she will never
lie or vamp or hide
behind starched and lacquered protocol.
What you see is what she feels.
unrefined. unrestrained. undiluted.
She stomps feet, she seizes hearts
in sticky-fisted strangleholds,
then guards her stash like a dragon’s hoard
roaring MINE and MORE.
The best strategy for survival is to Get To Her First.
hunt hard and fast, chase her down softly
like a wild winged thing.
(Do not try to tame her.)
Gather the Tempest in your arms
and hold her close while she rages,
for in her wake follows
the most dazzling sunlight,
the likes of which exist
only in dreamscapes
and photoshop.
In all your days you will never again see
a love so true.
-Lo, who knows from experience.
LaDonnaWitmer 