Professional performance artist Janet Kuypers (http://www.janetkuypers.com) is a writer, photographer and professional singer and published, editing 2 literary magazines while running Scars Publications (http://scars.tv), publishing magazines, books & CDs. She has 80+ books published (poetry, prose, novels, art), sung in 3 bands, and her CD releases (40+ in 2010) appear at iTunes & other online vendors. She ran an Internet radio station from 2005-2009, & now hosts a weekly poetry open mic in Chicago(http://www.chaoticarts.org/thecafe), with weekly Podcasts.
Janet Kuypers from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (෧, Pr) with elements of the poems “a Match” and “Rings Like Gravestones” 10/15/13
“I once set fire to my fingernail. I wanted my finger to be a human candle.” She dropped another match into her glass. The flame sizzled in the drops of drink at the bottom.
In a corner booth, in this small club the flame she aroused looked like any other table light. But if you looked too closely, the light would scorch your soul, would burn your eyes hollow. That little piece of energy she held could be so intense that you needed that Praseodymium in your eye glasses just to look for another second.
The flame she aroused looked like any other light, but she knew she was destined for the big screen, complete with studio lighting and projector lights from the motion picture industry broadcasting her to the world through arc lights.
So she struck another match at the side of the box. Six or seven lay on the cocktail napkin, ten more at the bottom of the glass.
She’d watch the reflection of the gemstones in rings across her fingertips reflecting that flame. The yellow-green cubic zirconia on each of her fingers bounced the light of the flame in thousands of directions.
She likes gemstones on her rings, she doesn’t bother with big earrings or expensive necklaces — she looks at her hands because she likes rings; she can’t help it.
A few of those peridot-inspired stones were gifts from a loved one, because they knew they were dying soon. So she becomes the only one treating these rings live gravestones, even when no one has even died yet.
And the person that gave her these rings, she knows they want to be cremated. Just then you could see the flame dancing at her fingertip. She shook the match. She dropped it in her glass.
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