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.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.


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


  50 comments for “blood on hands.

  1. August 18, 2020 at 4:00 pm

    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”

    Liked by 5 people

    • August 18, 2020 at 4:06 pm

      I’m glad it could resonate a bit, Lillian. Thank you for reading my poem. ❤️

      Like

  2. August 18, 2020 at 4:04 pm

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

    Liked by 3 people

    • August 18, 2020 at 4:10 pm

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

      • August 18, 2020 at 4:42 pm

        You’re welcome. My guess on the line was more literal, where another flood comes and the concept of the shore is a memory exiled.

        Liked by 1 person

  3. August 18, 2020 at 4:06 pm

    This is beautiful

    Liked by 2 people

  4. August 18, 2020 at 4:09 pm

    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.

    Liked by 4 people

    • August 18, 2020 at 4:10 pm

      Thank you so very much!

      Like

  5. August 18, 2020 at 4:20 pm

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

    Liked by 1 person

  6. August 18, 2020 at 5:17 pm

    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.

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 18, 2020 at 5:21 pm

      No circuses here at the writing workshop of horrors! Hahaha.

      Thank you for the kind comment. I love your interpretation of my poem. ❤

      Liked by 2 people

  7. Glenn A. Buttkus
    August 18, 2020 at 5:24 pm

    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.

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 18, 2020 at 5:43 pm

      Aww, thank you Glenn. I’m so ecstatic to hear that!

      Like

  8. August 18, 2020 at 6:32 pm

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

    Liked by 2 people

  9. August 18, 2020 at 7:47 pm

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

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 18, 2020 at 7:51 pm

      There’s definitely remorse, you’re right! Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. 🥰

      Liked by 1 person

  10. August 18, 2020 at 8:07 pm

    love this, especially:
    ‘Dreams atrophied like

    the first bite of the apple’

    Liked by 1 person

  11. August 18, 2020 at 8:50 pm

    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!

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 18, 2020 at 9:05 pm

      Thank you so much, Grace. I’m very happy you enjoyed it! 🥰

      Like

  12. August 18, 2020 at 9:53 pm

    Very good poem! I loved the line…

    Dreams atrophied like

    the first bite of the apple,

    and the last of the black lily;

    Liked by 1 person

  13. August 18, 2020 at 11:52 pm

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

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 19, 2020 at 12:57 am

      Hahaha! Aww, thank you. I’m flattered. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  14. August 19, 2020 at 2:50 am

    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.

    Liked by 2 people

  15. August 19, 2020 at 5:10 am

    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

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 19, 2020 at 7:08 am

      Glad you could see the humor in it, Hank! Thank you for your feedback and kindness. ❤️

      Like

  16. August 19, 2020 at 10:27 am

    I love the way you split “death sentence”!

    Liked by 1 person

  17. August 19, 2020 at 3:13 pm

    Dark and enticing writing. A lot of exceptional phrasing.

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 19, 2020 at 3:14 pm

      Thank you so much!

      Like

  18. BoardFlak
    August 19, 2020 at 4:03 pm

    Suitably creepy.

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

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 19, 2020 at 4:05 pm

      Thanks! 😀

      And, thank you for letting me know. I just gave you a follow. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  19. August 19, 2020 at 10:44 pm

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

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 19, 2020 at 10:51 pm

      I’m so glad to hear that, Punam, especially from you. It’s an honor. Thank you for reading my poem. ❤️

      Liked by 1 person

  20. August 19, 2020 at 11:56 pm

    This was engaging, dark, and wonderful Lucy…

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 20, 2020 at 12:06 am

      Aww, thank you. ❤ ❤

      Like

  21. August 20, 2020 at 3:17 am

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

    Liked by 1 person

  22. September 4, 2020 at 5:29 pm

    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.

    Liked by 2 people

  23. October 5, 2020 at 10:05 pm

    Extraordinary imagery and beautiful words from your soul!!

    Liked by 1 person

  24. October 6, 2020 at 12:32 pm

    You’re welcome 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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