trees and trees.

a foot, a foot

eddies in the water;

an albatross is glued

to the sea with

dark littered eyes

and the keel sea

swallows its feathers

in the furrow of air,

mouthfuls of offal

red, red

they eye, then eat;

then the womb in cold echoers

echoers of blood, blood sleep

such a last trawling

with a beak;

it is the sea

or death’s tide

with wings

vague, unlike white chickens

who have their heads gone off,

echoing the dying sunset

a wind of her moon, her wild eyes

another dying thing,

to trees and trees

when they’ll eat the worms, the worms.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.


Written for the dVerse prompt: Pen a poem that is about FLYING/FLIGHT (NOT FLEEING).


55 thoughts on “trees and trees.

  1. I love the depressive and melancholy tone to this work.

    It reminds me of how things will end, eventually. Even the waves, the storm, the sun, the moon, seems to all descend, when once raised high.

    It’s like all energy dies down, lowest to the level of that sea. And the worms… they are like fuel for the next growth, the next raising of something else, like how I see you wrote of the tree. It eats the worms.

    🙂

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    1. I love your interpretation of this piece! That’s remarkable insight and I always enjoy reading your analysis.

      I agree with you. I had in mind a cycle of life and death for this poem, but as well added with the concept of nature acting as is. There is no control over that; it’s instinct.

      Thank you again for your thoughts. Much appreciated, friend. ❤️

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  2. You had me at “echoing the sunset–her wild eyes, another dying thing. There is just something sad about the albatross, and your poem expands to ape nature, and to feel its loss.

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  3. kaykuala

    such a last trawling with a beak;
    it is the sea or death’s tide
    with wings

    Trawling the waters for a certain joy in survival tactics at sea. Apparently they are loners working alone, the whole scene just for themselves. Wonderful write Lucy.

    Hank

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  4. I love the repetition in this poem, Lucy, like the sound of the sea and the heartbeat heard in the womb, and the description of the albatross ‘glued to the sea with / dark littered eyes’ ready to be devoured by it, bit by bit. There is darkness in this tale, especially the ‘last trawling with a beak’, but also beauty in the ‘dying sunset / a wind of her moon, her wild eyes / another dying thing’.

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    1. I’d say both, Jane. 😃 Or rather, it’s a nightmare OF a stream of consciousness.

      So glad you enjoyed this piece. I thank you greatly for the feedback and kindness.

      Like

  5. Thank you for sharing! The albatross is actually my favourite bird. I love how they are so giant and yet gentle and not really predatory birds. They mate for life, live in exotic places, they’re incredibly independent and can sail the air for hours without moving their wings… Beautiful creatures, well deserving of a beautiful poem like this

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