her.

Alabaster the dissociated
Moon; a blood-hunt of my dreams,
death the psychosis, torment the arbitrary
mind, I dreamed of the topples of
thunderbirds, medusa-ing

mouths of darkness, and final
hairs of serpents to planetary
shivers; and celestial death
of the stars, they translate
the whiteness of hills,
goat-herding anesthesia
in the sand-cratered moons
within the dusty womb of Mars
left me my child-self
and I was her. 


Written for the dVerse prompt: “So find a few creative nouns (or use some of the examples I have given) and weave a poem around them. Some nouns are already established as a verb. For example, you may describe a narrow road snaking along the valley floor…”

I was also inspired by The Handler by Muse. 




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51 replies

  1. Lucy, yesss, I like this. Really out of this world!

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  2. Oh this is wonderful… the medusa reference is great with the snaking hair… All the scary souls that fill the voids leaving the rest of pushed into the dust….

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  3. Love it! So creative, Lucy! 🙌

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  4. Haven’t listened to Muse in a while – thanks for reminding me to do so, Lucy. I love ‘Alabaster the dissociated Moon’ so much! And the labial ‘medusa-ing mouths’ is mmm. My favourite lines are:
    ‘goat-herding anesthesia
    in the sand-cratered moons’.

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    • Hahaha! Anytime, Kim. I just started listening to them recently, especially after a friend recommended them to me… three years ago. Lol.

      I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece. Thank you so much for reading and for your feedback, as always. You are very kind. ❤

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  5. Wonderful! (…and no personal comments in your words afterwards – HURRAH!) I love the reference to Medusa and most especially the imagery that these words produce:
    “the whiteness of hills,
    goat-herding anesthesia
    in the sand-cratered moons
    within the dusty womb of Mars”
    Well done, Lucy! 🙂

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    • Thank you so much. 😀 And, see? I took your advice to heart!

      I’m very happy you enjoyed this piece and the references I put in there. As always, I thank you for your kindness and support. It means a lot to me. ❤ ❤

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  6. I love the simplicity of that ending, after the complexity of what goes before. It’s a great contrast.

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  7. I liked “I dream of the topples of thunderbirds.” Your work is “out-of-this-world”, ethereal, spiritual, earth mother meets sorceress, thoughts that are “out there”. I dig it.

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  8. fascinating imagery and love your use of words … this one fed your ‘style’!

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  9. Ah, Lucy, reading your poetry leaves me so cerebralled!

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  10. Stunning! So vivid and intense

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  11. A mystical space traveller discovers her inner self….

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  12. I love the dramatic flair of the ending lines. I also adore this verbing part:

    medusa-ing
    mouths of darkness, and final
    hair of serpents to planetary
    shivers

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  13. I see the verbs weaponized and used as SHE sees fit. Love it!

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  14. Great piece! I was looking over the title alone for a bit of time enjoying the implications such as the non capitalized first letter and the matter-of-fact punctuation.

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  15. I love how you renew your recurring motifs in each poem, like the moon, bones and night. Each piece breathes new life into them ❤

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    • Thank you so much. I am quite fond of those motifs as imagery in my poems and I always like to add new things into them. I’m so glad you enjoy my poetry. That makes me thrilled to hear this. Thank you, again. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  16. Your really said a mouthful on this one Lucy. I loved the goat-herded anesthesia in the sand-cratered moons… This is like reading a sci-fi novel!!
    Dwight

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  17. So creative and loved the imagery.

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  18. I am already such a big fan🖤

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  19. kaykuala

    of the stars, they translate
    the whiteness of hills,
    goat-herding anesthesia
    in the sand-cratered moons

    Beautiful lines of verbing nicely done Lucy!

    Hank

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  20. Ooo…yes!! Very powerful and evocative verbing of nouns, Lucy. My minding was calmed by the thought of “goat-herding anesthesia.”

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