Man of war (Draft).

stalk the ankles

in the feast and death of the earth,

man of war

treetop ghost;

the moon shines

onto your bones

drinking the falling

of every fury

and kingdoms of blood

into the ghost egg

to root a shape like a python eye

while fingers lie

in the comets,

where to find

a universe

for all who drowned.

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10 replies

  1. Great piece Lucy. Exceptional imagery.
    “to root a shape like a python eye
    while fingers lie
    in the comets,”

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  2. That first sentence made me think of my precious little terrier lily! She deff use to stalk ankles. 🤪 great read once again

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  3. I really like this one. Makes you give a pause to thought.

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