ii.

i.

black coat / I see death / in the moon /

and hawks nest / one worm / New York

drinks the flowers, I could imagine,

if I ever had a dream

it was not like this / bone split open and blooms /

ii.

it’s the snow, it’s the / cold / two fingers

on the stone before it’s placed on

half a year / later / makes the Earth

in flaming petals / to move its skeleton

on the rock / phantoms get drunk,

and hide to the blue shoreline

like some kind of war / where no man dies /

I count the bones / and recall a garden /

and recall / a glass figurine I broke /

on mother’s dresser / I go into the blue lupines,

and birdfoots / I leave orange petals

to go dying / to drown / the sunset

iii.

the cemetery is red

I kill / the time / the winter

is soon / and frost in early morning

is dead / but you’re roofed

in the coffin / as the stone

hides your ghosts;

I tug the black coat. I see death in the moon

begin to rise like moccasins.

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31 replies

  1. Hi Lucy.. I’ve read your piece twice… maybe It’s me, because I’ve had an anxiety attack today, but I’m interpreting your words as a pandemic poem of suffering ang gloom, and with a harsh winter looming…. Maybe I’m seeing your words as representing myself today…. don’t worry… I’m tired, It’s time to give myself a rest…

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    • Hope you’re doing okay now, Ivor. I’m so sorry about the anxiety attack. The pandemic has caused an awful lot of anxiety and the best thing I agree with is to get some rest. Hang in there. 💕

      As for the poem, I didn’t really have the pandemic in mind, though that’s left to the reader to interpret their own way, the intent of the piece. I kept thinking back to harsh winters representing grief or death, but I think this can definitely apply to the pandemic as well with those thoughts and feelings of abandon.

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  2. I always like the words you put in your poems… Well done again! ❤

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  3. This poem stuck with me after I finished it. Never before have I read of the moon and moccasins together, so I love those potent ending lines: “I tug the black coat. I see death in the moon/ begin to rise like moccasins.”

    Makes me think of delicate beadwork and quiet feet, yet the mention of death brings a chilling and beautiful aspect to it!
    Thanks so much for sharing!

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  4. A very morbid poem, that seems to reflect the beginnings and endings of life.

    You can get lost in this sort of imagery! I’ve been re-reading over and over, again, and there’s just so much.

    I like how you expressed a bit of jealousy towards the dead person beneath the earth, naming them to be “roofed”, like not cold by the winter. The twice repetition of the jacket makes me remember the coldness that seemingly only a live person feels, though encompasses the skin of a corpse.

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  5. “In flaming petals”
    Wonderful work 👏

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  6. vivid. haunting. full of emotions. epic imagery, too!

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  7. oh.my.goodness.i.love.thisssss🌌🌑🌓🌙

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  8. Hey, there! I hope you are doing good. I nominated you for The Leibster Award. Please check out my blog Gratitude for Nominations I for more details.

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