They had gone.

“where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.”—Ezra Pound.

The apparition paradise projects onto
streets like death,
into the turn of the mountain

Forward on its side
where ice fell and mingled
leaf-like into the ocean

In pure rhythm like a God
in kinship with free
tamed with the ice-cold

Be it known in all hour
as beauty falls alone
where have all they gone?

They had gone home.

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24 replies

  1. Stunning, Lucy–took my breath away.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. It’s like
    Ice-Death-Music
    Loved it

    Liked by 2 people

  3. A beautiful but also powerful poem, with a punchy finale…
    “Be it known in all hour
    as beauty falls alone
    where have all they gone?

    They had gone home.”

    Liked by 2 people

  4. I’m amazed! Excellent poetry! 💕

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Powerful words! Thanks for sharing 🙋‍♀️🐝

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    WELL DONE…BUT NOT TO MY HOUSE!

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