footsteps in the sienna.

footsteps in the sienna, the lemon glow; Paris cassocks into the green sea, I dreamed in the meronymy of faces I could not have known; I radiated from the appareled sun in black winters, tired of the tumuli, the red epistles with inkstones, the flowers of a death sentence, and a sun that settles over the seas of blood; the exoskeletons into death, to the dithyramb of these seas, and bare graves of white bones under a yellow rose; skin like a linen soon to the knucklebones of the moon. At my feet, effacement. Threadbares of trees, limb in limb, we leave rocks by the tomb, and we leave like apples snatched

from the lithology of a serpent at its breast; we’ve been alone now, knowing when it is over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line:

“when it is over said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.”––Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”


51 thoughts on “footsteps in the sienna.

      1. No, not at all! My poetry is an assortment of random images—that do not necessarily make sense. If I didn’t write this piece, I’d be stumped on just what the hell this author is going on about! 😁

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  1. This is absolutely outstanding in terms of juxtaposition of images, Lucy! ❤️ I especially love; “I radiated from the appareled sun in black winters, tired of the tumuli, the red epistles with inkstones.”

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    1. Oh, thank you so much, Ivor. I always look forward to your feedback and commentary on my pieces! ❤

      As I’m typing, I’m still watching the music video. It’s stunning, the imagery very impactful and the music is highly dramatic and neat.

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  2. kaykuala

    Great lines Lucy! Many of your words are beyond me. It is not just creative writing at its best but an education for Hank. Have to look up their meanings. Certainly a wonderful write Lucy, Ma’am!

    Hank

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  3. What a beautiful stream of consciousness piece, Lucy, like a stained-glass image or a kaleidoscope of colours, and so delicate. I love the way you used ‘cassocks’ and ‘epistles’ as verbs to bring the religious aspect alive.

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    1. 😄 Yeah, my style is… interesting. I thank you for your feedback! This poem was a fictional trip to a grave or cemetery—one of the first things, of course, I think about when germane to time.

      So glad you enjoyed the ride. Thank you again. ❤️

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