lady of the marsh.

the moon is red / shutting / the tympani

of the Apollo sun and the white

flux of pumice stones / and scriptures

in memory of the rabbi’s palaver;

i, mind of woman,

made from man and woman

stardust, God if believed,

slug and bone; embryos

of fallen fingers;

5’3 no, 5’3 and a half

go back to 5’3

lady / of the marsh

I despise death by mind;

mother, father, do not look at me

I want to weep and kneel

at the wailing wall;

Ebony sand / and of all things,

blood tears from the drowned

Ophelia / beauty in the shutting

of antimony-bone light from

the sun; like apple and meronymy;

lizard limbs, the trees mouth

forgiveness; I should have had

it; I dreamed between

the impregnated red hills,

this blood, this moon

divorced of lust as the bolide

explodes; appareled to wounds

and blood on our limbs

we’ve been here before.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Write a poem using stream of consciousness technique.”

I did not have pen and paper readily available to complete the entire prompt as directed, unfortunately. You would not want to bear witness of my horrible penmanship anyway.

I hope you enjoyed the poem, regardless.


74 thoughts on “lady of the marsh.

  1. You had me at “lizard limbs, the trees mouth forgiveness.” This form was meant for your unfettered style, with words leaping all over the page and between the lines .

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  2. My goodness this is good! I especially like; “Ophelia / beauty in the shutting of antimony-bone light from
    the sun; like apple and meronymy.” 💝

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  3. Your ‘Lady of the Marsh’, is wondrously imaginary piece, full of vivid imagery, and these blew my mind away (literally !!)
    ” this moon
    divorced of lust as the bolide
    explodes; appareled to wounds
    and blood on our limbs

    we’ve been here before.”

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    1. Ah, really? It’s not that interesting! I was thinking of verses to write as I looked out my window (similar to that dVerse prompt a little bit ago, hahaha). I may add a picture later to this post, actually.

      Though, I was thinking of the construction going on, the warmth of the sunlight, the stones on the ground, and the noises I could hear from those workers. I then switched to different scenery thinking of Jerusalem and realizing that I had never incorporated it into a poem. Voilà, this poem came to be! I’m glad you could enjoy it and I thank you dearly for reading my piece.

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  4. Strong images (with red as a dominant color), driven by deep themes of forgiveness and remorse. I admired your use of natural and chemical elements, in a cycle that is never ending. Can the lady heal her wounds and find peace? I was moved by this part:

    I want to weep and kneel

    at the wailing wall;

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    1. YES! That is one of the major themes in this piece; you hit the nail right on the head here. I thank you so much for your thoughts and analysis. ❤

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    1. There is always a need for hope, I agree with that. 😀 The world in general, yes, does need forgiveness. The lady of the marsh can be a type of allegory for that, actually; but admittedly, I based a bit of her on myself.

      Thank you so much for reading my poem and for engaging. ❤ It’s always appreciated.

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  5. I know you probably already heard this somewhere in the comments, but this is so wonderful! It has got to be one of my favorites yet! I especially love the first two stanzas…such vivid imagery!

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    1. Aww, thank you Pat. I don’t know what to say right now, I just feel very humbled by your words. I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece and liked it that much. That warms my heart. ❤ ❤

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  6. I loved this, especially your questioning the biblical version of where women came from (if I picked up on that right) and the lines: ‘Ebony sand / and of all things,
    blood tears from the drowned
    Ophelia’
    Beautiful, sad and moving.

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    1. I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece, Ingrid. That is an intriguing interpretation. I was, in a few lines, thinking a tad biblically about questioning existence and creation, actually. You were close! 😀 Thank you for your thoughts and feedback. I enjoyed reading them.

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  7. Another path that takes me to the days when I used to sit before the just born world and the kids of emotions would gather around to roam and ignite the circle of light….the red hill was not too far….
    The sensation….of womanhood….bears rejection….utter rejection of true love, true compassion….the souls are dry before me and I sit beneath showerimg stream of blood….blood of mistrust, ruining faith and ignoring love…the dove lies dead with white wings stretched…she wanted to live with kust a feeble identity…. with peace sans accusations….sans endless questioning about the seed and the blood…. there is not a single script for her…the pages are smudged under life’s impression….
    Very rich poetic form and expression

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  8. explodes; appareled to wounds
    and blood on our limbs
    we’ve been here before.

    There are occasions when strange places seem familiar. It really helps as it creates stability in the mind and makes one feel much safer. Beautiful lines Lucy!

    Hank

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