last flower.

with the last flower, traveled and scrawled from our mind—across the sun. the moon cracks and reddens as death comes to stardust. ebony époque hikes to the yellow tourniquets; and in-utero shells, plasma glass, her eyes are mine;

maniac moon

devours the limb to the stars

clotted in bones/rocks.

I dream between the blood from the womb; nature’s breast and bone; clavicle, ankle bones, alone she is unmisted to the shore, into Autumned dark. I dissociate.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Whatever your pleasure, today, let us write haibun in which we use the word “hike,” alluding to whatever context we find most meaningful. For those new to haibun, write a prose paragraph or two, followed by a haiku, in which you include a seasonal reference, and a complement of divergent images that provokes insight.”

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43 replies

  1. A beautiful stream of consciousness haibun, Lucy. I love autumn blooms, the asters, Michaelmas daisies and salvias, berries and foliage – nature’s bones. Even the harvest moon takes on an autumn hue.

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  2. Somehow I get an image of a butcher’s shop… nature has a lot of death if you just look closely, every flower grows from corpses of living things.

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  3. This poem of yours….is simply so beautiful & deep….every word is speaking to me….❤️✨

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  4. Very dark, so much lije the Covid19 cloud hovering above

    Stay Safe


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  5. Yes, your vision is written in shadow language, as the edges of words undulate, shimmering with ebon fringes and fearful mists. You had me at “in-utero shells and plasma glass”.

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  6. An esoteric feel that enlivens your poetic prose. Well done!

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  7. That limb to the stars is probably was sucked in when the moon cooled into that hard crusty boney ball!
    Interesting haibun Lucy!

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  8. It feels grim and disjointed and the end seems to confirm it.

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  9. This is exquisite writing Lucy — superb!

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  10. Striking piece – ‘in-utero shells’ is wonderful to say out loud, as is ‘alone she is unmisted to the shore’ – the whole thing sounds like a clatter of bones. Marvellous and dark.

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  11. I love the last stanza….a body in parts yet whole. A visceral journey.

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  12. Oh my WOW, Lucy!! This is exquisite writing. The imagery is dark and divine 👏👏You just get better and better and never cease to amaze me.

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  13. This is a strange and captivating dream – dark, delicious and almost hallucinogenic! Great take on the prompt: you take us to another world with your words.

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  14. I really love your vivid images but you see nature/life opposite to me! I see the light and joy, you …

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    • Thank you so much!

      It’s not necessarily how I view nature, it’s just how I write about it. 😉 Dramatics and all. Hahaha. I see truly the more liberating sides of it, and not what I describe; it’s the birds at early morning, the isolated lakeside, the distant mountains—they are powerful.

      Now with life, on the other hand, I see its darkness. Hahaha!

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  15. Such an enticing way with words, mixing them like paint.

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  16. Your nightmare of disembodied limbs and body parts haunts again. You have a way with words, pulling images apart and scattering them yet ending up with something visually coherent.

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  17. You are definitely writing from the darker side here. A stream of consciousnes approach to the prose section of the haibun lends it a different feel from most haibuns. I’m always reminded that the prose section of the haibun must be true….by placing it in a stream-of-consciousness realm, we enter your mind for the “truth” rather than the scene itself.

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  18. A nightmarish vision–full of blood. It makes me think of dreams I had when I was younger. (I was conscious of seeing lots of red in them around the time of my period.)

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