milk of kindness.

“Lady Macbeth Art Print” by Katastrofe.
Written and read by me.

i feel the tophet

against my hands

like wheat;

wash this blood

between the ilk of the stars

for i’ve done

alone, I echo to the dream

for god I’ve craved

I am not, alone;

and the stars

hang to death’s crib,

the moon has not left;

paralyze,

the womb I’ve had

no son or daughter of mine;

I gleam,

this candle, this mouth

and eye of lord

to lord—a sheath

of insanity in the dark

i, alone, foretell,

but do not look at me

under the suicided moon

and rocks at shore; i am not

the ghost in the absence of

blood—but the amputations

from war; given dark fruits,

bones abort into the ground,

we turn to ephemeral

wombs, these dead are

our own.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a poem about or with “wheat” and its possible variations.

I had Macbeth in mind for this, particularly Lady Macbeth for some reason. Don’t ask me why I thought of this with wheat. I guess I cheated with the prompt, yet again.




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40 replies

  1. I loved the cheating… there was a madness that worked well with Lady Macbeth,

    Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

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  2. Lucy, another mind blowing poem! I wish you would include an audible version too so I can hear your spoken words too. Fascinating! ☺️

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  3. Wow, Lucy! You never fail to impress me with your wonderful words 💕

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  4. I can see Lady Macbeth there, well portrayed with the darkness of her mind, the stain on her heart and hands …

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  5. You had me at “this mouth and eye from lord to lord”, framing the Macbeth theme. I enjoyed how much more focused the lines were, perfect for a poetic portrait of Lady M.

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  6. I love the madness and theme of death specially these lines:

    but the amputations
    from war; given dark fruits,
    bones abort into the ground,

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  7. This is absolutely PHENOMENAL! 😀

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  8. Beautiful poem and beautiful recitation, Lucy.
    xoxoxoxo…

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  9. This was so powerful, and to hear it read aloud – electrifying! An incantation fit for Lady Macbeth.

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  10. Not cheating, Lucy, but creative thinking! Lady Macbeth was mad, so she can compare whatever she wants with wheat. 😊 I love the lines ‘wash this blood / between the ilk of the stars’ and ‘the stars hang to death’s crib’, which alludes to the belief in fate. I also love the way she is compared to the dagger in the lines:
    ‘I gleam,
    this candle, this mouth
    and eye of lord
    to lord—a sheath
    of insanity in the dark’
    and the reference to her childlessness in:
    ‘given dark fruits,
    bones abort into the ground,
    we turn to ephemeral
    wombs’.
    A stunning piece, worthy of the Bard.

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    • Yes, she was pretty mad! Oh, how the mighty had fallen. I’m so glad you enjoyed those lines, and I am thrilled you could see the imagery I had in mind as well.

      “A stunning piece, worthy of the Bard.”

      Oh, now I’m blushing. Thank you so much. ❤ ❤

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  11. … I hear the creak of wood, of benches where I’m sat, of the stage where you stand in the Globe Theatre.

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  12. ohhh ohhh ohh. this is mad as Macbeth and i second the motion. no cheating! just out-of-the-box mind-blowing thinking, Lucy!

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  13. Lucy! Don’t criticize yourself in your comments and lessen your writing! Have confidence in it! You’ve followed the prompt which was, in its simplest form (which I chose to use) to write a poem that was somehow about wheat. You’ve included the word wheat here in your opening….which I admit…..after I looked up the word “tophet”, is extremely powerful. These words: “and the stars hang to death’s crib” are also very powerful. The feelings in your poem are visceral…they cause me worry and anxiety in terms of phrases like a paralyzed womb and suicided moon. Very dark in mood to me. Again…..just present your poem and perhaps tell a bit about the motivation for it and the source of the illustration. Take pride in your work and don’t short shrift it in your comments below. Own it and don’t apologize for it. You’ve done justice to the prompt and written a powerful poem! No more apologizing!!!!

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