the blackest feather
in the sky chokes
delirium to the stars;
our bodies glaze white under the willows,
and water sat her mistress
of spindrift wombs, the sun
fed the death tree; give our bones
the wispy velvet vein
of our blood,
becoming mother.
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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Show us your skywriting by penning a poem of exactly 44 words, including some semblance of the word sky.”
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Categories: Prose
This is so ominous… that image of the feather makes me think of carnivore raptors keen in consuming the flesh of our bodies, pale under the trees.
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Truly, that was exactly the imagery that popped into my head as I was writing the line, “our bodies glaze white under the willows…” Thank you so much for your feedback. It’s always appreciated.
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This is incredibly dark and thought-provoking!
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Thank you dearly, Sanaa.
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Such gorgeous dark images here, Lucy. Just lovely.
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Thank you, De, both for your lovely words and the wonderful prompt today.
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This is very dark but velvety rich with haunting imagery – excellent quadrille, Lucy!
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Thank you so much, Ingrid!
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Oh you do go to the dark side, Lucy!
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I beg the question: When do I not? 😉
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Beautifully rich and dark, these lines resonate deeply
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Oh, I thank you so very much Hannah. ❤ Your feedback and support has meant a lot to me. Thank you.
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You’re most welcome, you deserve it all as you are truly talented and inspiring 💕
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❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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I’m imagining the wispy velvet vein as a root, linking our bones to soil. Mysterious and deep, Lucy.
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Thank you so much.
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You’re very welcome.
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I stick with the first image and fly with it. The rest is the reflection.
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That’s a good idea. 🙂
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That sky sounds ominous, and the rust and blood, unsettling. Dark, but full of vivid images, Lucy.
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Thank you!
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A beautifully dark quadrille, Lucy. My favourite colour is black and, if I had been born several decades later, I would have been a goth. The opening lines are perfect, they could stand on their own – as Jane says, the rest is reflection, but what reflection! I love the spindrift wombs.
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Thank you so much, Kim. ❤
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I can well understand where this prompt took you, it is a reflection of our times
Still wishing you a happy Monday. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love
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Thank you, Gillena. Much love back. ❤ ❤
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Hi Lucy! This is something I need to share with my fellow writers here at dVerse. I so enjoy reading the work that you create and post, and am genuinely honored to be embraced as a part of this community of poets. May we all find healing in these challenging times. And as a true aquarian love child, and also a proud flower child of the 60’s, who truly believed then we would some day change the world to be a better place for all, and still believes that we might yet do it — I wish each of you peace, health, and love. Write on!
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Thank you, Rob. I’m still kind of new to the dVerse community and I find it to be so refreshing and wonderful to be part of it as well. I wish you peace, health, and love back. There will be better days in our times ahead, we just have to watch carefully for them, but they will indeed come.
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Also, this was a moving piece that you wrote today. 🙂
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Thank you! ❤
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Lovely twisting and turning in this piece. For some reason I found a shard of light in that last line.
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Peter, thank you so much. I really intended this piece to be more uplifting and light than what I generally write about, so I’m ecstatic you can see my intent with the ending.
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Wow Lucy, this is lovely!
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Thank you, Lia!
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Absolutely beautiful imagery Lucy!! I love it 🖤
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Thank you! ❤
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Dark theme as usual Lucy but I find the last line, becoming mother, hopeful, a resurrection from death.
Your word smithing is divine here:
spindrift wombs, the sun
fed the death tree
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Thank you so much, Grace. And yes, with the final line, I really intended it to be hopeful.
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Black is certainly dark but blood is both life and death.
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Indeed.
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Loved the imagery in this!
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I’m so glad. ❤️
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Wonderfully weaved. Marvelous words for jumpstarting my day…
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I thank you so much. You’ve made my day with your kind words. ❤
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Likewise. Your words possess the power to energize the day. Thank you. ❤
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❤ ❤
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Wow! These lines paint a very vivid & dark picture 💚 beautiful poem!
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Thank you!
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kaykuala
the sun fed the death tree;
give our bones
the wispy velvet vein
of our blood,
Hauntingly on the dark side Lucy but beautiful write
Hank
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Thank you so, so much Hank.
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Oh we are all so linked together aren’t we? The elements, the earth, humans, animals. This was amazing Lucy. I think its my favorite so far 🥰
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Thank you, Christine!
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Ominous sky. And yet, death is part of life. (K)
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It really is. Thank you for your feedback.
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Terrifying use of maternal imagery.
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Thank you!
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Nice poem!
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Thank you!
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