blood on hands.

i am alone; the skull of rocks

grimace at the clown winter. In the starry epitaph,

I wash this blood from my hands;

the moon is my child

and the shore is a memory

exiled; entering alone,

it bares the imitation

epithet, known as our death-

sentence.  

Dreams atrophied like

the first bite of the apple,

and the last of the black lily;

broken minds, let the worms kill us

why not? The midday star falls like a bolide

in a selfhood of breasted

dismay.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a poem using the word clown or a word – real or created – with clown as the root.




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50 replies

  1. oh my….this is dark. These words particularly resonated with me:
    “Dreams atrophied like
    the first bite of the apple,
    and the last of the black lily”

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  2. “the shore is a memory exiled” is chilling if it means what I think it does.

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    • Thank you for reading my piece and for today’s dVerse prompt. It’s really unique!

      Now, I’m curious, what do you think that line means?

      I was thinking of the river of Lethe and forgetfulness in this piece. It’s the overall theme in this poem—memories and how losing them is either good/bad over time; along with how we can feel our identity is misplaced.

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  3. So many things to love in this darkness, I see the death of Snow White in the bite of the apple, I can hear the death rattle of my nightmares and feel the scent from the graveyard… splendid.

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  4. There’s Shakespeare in this too, Hamlet and Macbeth, as well as Biblical and classical allusions. Dark but captivating.

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  5. We are definitely not at the circus here! I love your response to this prompt and how you used it to explore the dark spaces of our existence.

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  6. Your poem is non-linear and darker than the inside of a bat cave. I love the close “the midday star falls like a bolide in a selfhood of breasted dismay”. Thanks for the word “bolide”. I will us it soon, if I can remember it. I have often thought about choosing 6 obscure words from the dictionary, and building a poem around them.

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  7. you are a total enigma … such a bright cheerful positive person who writes so darkly!

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  8. I sense a lot of regret pulsing through the lines of this poem, dark and beautiful! ✨

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  9. love this, especially:
    ‘Dreams atrophied like

    the first bite of the apple’

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  10. So dark and blood thirsty, it makes my skin crawl, and clap my hands, smiles. I also like that word break of death-
    sentence. Fabulous writing Lucy!

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  11. Very good poem! I loved the line…

    Dreams atrophied like

    the first bite of the apple,

    and the last of the black lily;

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  12. bolide… not the first time you got me running for the wiktionary. your wordhoard is vast

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  13. I agree with Jane about the echoes of Shakespeare, the Bible and mythology, Lucy. Your poem is deliciously dark and I love the way you springboard from Lady Macbeth’s bloody hands into the realms of memory. My favourite lines are:
    ‘i am alone; the skull of rocks
    grimace at the clown winter’,
    which hint at the loneliness of old age and dementia, which is confirmed in ‘the shore is a memory exiled’ and ‘broken minds’. I also love the phrase ‘a selfhood of breasted dismay’ – I know that feeling.

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  14. kaykuala

    it bares the imitation
    epithet, known as our death-sentence.

    It appears to be turning gory but there is a lot of humour within your seriouness of write! Wonderful twist to it Lucy!

    Hank

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  15. I love the way you split “death sentence”!

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  16. Dark and enticing writing. A lot of exceptional phrasing.

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  17. Suitably creepy.

    Now that the peaceful pub has closed down, my new blog is at:
    https://farragoexpress.wordpress.com/

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  18. So many allusions in this dark mystery which can be interpreted variously! I really enjoyed it, Lucy.

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  19. This was engaging, dark, and wonderful Lucy…

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  20. that dreams atrophied line clenches the heart. stirring write, Lucy

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  21. am alone; the skull of rocks
    grimace at the clown winter’,

    Dreams atrophied like
    the first bite of the apple,

    —-Dark and raw and shivery! I love it! The shadow side of life.

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  22. Extraordinary imagery and beautiful words from your soul!!

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