vanish.trade.rocks.
in sanguinolent dances we trade
our flowers for knots of the moon,
cracking until the leftover asylum of poetry
turns and explodes in our veins,
Let it be the tongue of rocks, where
serenity will kiss you in due time
and frozen fingers wed in the plow of the womb,
floating, innocent of madness, the moon,
she turns an ewe red in the light,
child-like, vanishing in the delirium
death of glass thorns under the lips of
an abattoir. She will kiss you once, though mourning.
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Written for the dVerse prompt: Using the 3 word combos, all you have to do is choose one of them and write a poem 3 – 12 lines long.
we trade
our flowers for knots of the moon,
love that.
I have to say I’m quite fond of the Albert Memorial, even though it’s incredibly kitsch. My favourite statue is the cowboy in a jockstrap(!) It’s a massive expression of love, even though it’s maybe slightly over the top. You capture the mourning and loss here, that Victoria carried so tightly for the rest of her life.
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Thank you so, so much. ❤
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I love the thought of poetry exploding in our veins..,, your words are so strong.
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Thank you!
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As Bjorn says,”your words are so strong”. I liked “vanishing in the delirium death of glass thorns”.
Indeed “poetry..explodes in our veins.” Your poetics continue to drag me over undiscovered landscapes and into stygian shadows. One cannot read your words and remain placid.
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Aww, thank you Glenn. I appreciate your kindness and I’m incredibly honored to hear that. Thank you, again. 🙂
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Extraordinary. I discover something new each time I read it. Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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Not sure how you are able to weave your poems, but this one’s aura mesmerizes with grrrrrl power.
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Thank you. 🙂 I always like to include femininity in my poems, and this one especially was a poem I wanted to have with strong imageries reflective of that.
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You are welcome and appreciate your honoring femininity in your poems.
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I am especially in love with your opening line/image! Such incredible wordsmithing 😍😍
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I thank you dearly. You’re very kind. ❤
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I sometimes wonder if your muse ever takes you to happy places, but I must say you do pathos quite well.
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Beverly, I must admit that while I write dark poetry, my muse takes me to happy places when writing. I just distort the imagery and sometimes, I get really inspired by some of my favorite poets on here like a.d.matthias or Gabriela Marie Milton. They are amazing.
As well, thank you so much. 🙂
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This is amazing poetry turning and exploding in our veins. I love how you portray a deep sadness of love loss and in mourning.
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Thank you, Grace.
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First thing that came to mind when I read the title was the Beatles song. 😁
You really have a way with words, Lucy. Love this
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She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I really did have that song in mind. Hahaha. Thank you so, so much. I’m elated you enjoyed this piece.
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A wonderful imagining of grief and mourning. My favourite lines:
until the leftover asylum of poetry
turns and explodes in our veins
I feel as though I’m in an asylum sometimes! Maybe the best lines come from these exploding veins…
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Thank you so much, Ingrid. 😀
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wow Lucy all said above, you have a way with words and convey the deep sadness well in this one!
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Thank you, Kate!
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I too had The Beatles ring in my head when I read the title, but I felt Victoria’s grief when I read your poem, Lucy. You captured her love of Albert in the line flowers traded for knots of the moon; they exchanged many gifts, including poetry. Queen Victoria gave Prince Albert a copy of Tennyson’s ‘The Princess’ as a Christmas present so the ‘poetry / turns and explodes in our veins’ is wonderfully fitting. Another phrase that made me sit up was ‘frozen fingers wed in the plow of the womb’, which reminds me of how many children she had, nine, and she hated being pregnant!
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Thank you so much, Kim. 🙂
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I wonder what Queen Victoria would have made of this? Perhaps she would appreciate the longing in it.
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I could certainly hope she would appreciate my use of flowery language. Ha.
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She might, where her Albert is concerned 🙂
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Very beautiful and very strong words, Lucy. Many of them are new words to behold. You’ve chosen a location steeped in history and of historical value. Great wordcraft Ma’am!
Hank
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Hank, thank you so very much.
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A stirring haunting portrayal of mourning. The middle stanza makes me think of all the statues, monuments, tombs, etc. put up to mourn loved ones–and the death that we all face.
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Thank you!
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Sounds to me the moon is the culprit
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The moon is the culprit. 🙂
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An intricately woven piece that matches the skill of the sculptor of the statue pictured here. Both take me to a time and place that is sacred and sad, but “she love you,” as the title proclaims, makes me smile! 🙂
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Oh, Tricia, thank you so much. ❤
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You write so soo beautiful!! ✨
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Thank you. ❤️
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Dang, once again another banger. I don’t know how you just pop up with this stuff, but it’s amazing! You should definitely get a book published or something.
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Thank you, Steel, so much. I get inspiration from all sorts of things, but Sylvia Plath is my main one. She was an amazing poet.
Aww, thanks. I am trying to do something like that currently. I have to wait and see.
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Ooooh, can’t wait 😁
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Thank you for sharing. ❤
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Very complex poetry, and deep. Id like to hear more poetry from you. I enjoyed your sharing this. Thank you.
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Thank you so much. 😊
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