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Recurring Daymare

Megan Denese Mealor

The voodooed mirage commences
with a startled curtain,
one mignonette eye canvassing
through pomp and power paisley
old gold monarchs gracing
a rainbow of impatiens
furbishing a jilted bunny cage.
The elegant animation
of an indigo aster corral
refines the nuance of cultivation,
a sobriquet sky brimful
of clinquant constellations.
She deciphers his long-bereft
strapping silhouette within
that haggard henpecked shed
she set fire to in feral flashbacks.
His loquacious gestures
are masked but barefaced,
patent as he plunders
his grotto of crackerjack gems.
He is entombed in ephemera,
lithographic limestone,
hip-deep in artifical autographs
for his echoic eternity,
a poacher of venerable vintage,
perennial black pearls:
Swiss chalet cuckoo clocks
blazoning woodcutters, milkmaids,
water wheels, beer steins;
lumbering French ebony sleigh beds
etched in contoured curls;
industrial art deco geometry;
lampshades of pewter, slag glass,
tortoiseshell, amberina, malachite,
mother of pearl, champagne fringe.
He remains insensible to his archetypes,
his emblematic apparition repetition.
She venerates the vivid tenuous jewels
he liberated from an aubergine hatbox
along an enfeebled sullen strip:
brooches and bangles, amulets and anklets,
cameos and crystals, lockets and lavaliers
in rays of princess perfume, aqua pearl,
coral begonia, jasper orange, fire opal, opera mauve.
By dawn’s first inclination,
he must yield to psychasthenic combustion,
ceasing whit by mote,
from cuticles to fibula to collarbone cleft,
rectus femoris to external obliques of the abdomen:
sandbox in cyclone.
He will linger infinitely unconcluded,
torpidity entranced,
her treasure-tamer in killjoy khakis,
goldenrod button-down interlined sleeves.

Megan Denese Mealor spins words into wares in Jacksonville, Florida. A double Pushcart Prize nominee, her work has appeared most recently in The Ekphrastic Review, Liquid Imagination, Beakful, Degenerates: Voices for Peace, Former People, and Neologism Poetry Journal. Diagnosed bipolar at fifteen, Megan’s mission is to inspire others stigmatized by mental illness

ISSUE SEVENTEEN: My Salty Reels | next poem →


Arielle Tipa

Lori Moseman Anderson
   life jacket made only of sleeves torn from cloaks

Megan Mealor
   Recurring Daymare

Sáshily Kling
   History of the Hurricane

David Brennan
   no.22 (Whiteout)

Rachel J. Bennett
   Castle bakes casseroles for the masses & ties

Evelína Kolářová
   beef steak

Jessica Mehta
   The Weight of Secrets

J.D. Anthony
   and only through walking do you arrive.