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 comments for “lady of the marsh.

  1. August 13, 2020 at 5:55 pm

    Images on images, you really rocked the prompt with your vivid imagination, Lucy 🙂

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    • August 13, 2020 at 6:29 pm

      Thank you so, so much Jay! ❤

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  2. August 13, 2020 at 6:10 pm

    It feels tragic. Nice one.

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    • August 13, 2020 at 6:30 pm

      I would agree–it is kind of tragic. Thank you for reading my poem. 🙂

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  3. Glenn A. Buttkus
    August 13, 2020 at 6:38 pm

    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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    • August 13, 2020 at 7:16 pm

      Aww, thank you Glenn!

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  4. sanaarizvi
    August 13, 2020 at 6:43 pm

    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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    • August 13, 2020 at 7:16 pm

      Thank you so, so much. ❤ ❤

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  5. August 13, 2020 at 6:54 pm

    Haunting and beautifully penned, Lucy!

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  6. August 13, 2020 at 7:51 pm

    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.”

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 13, 2020 at 8:50 pm

      Wow, Ivor! I’m beyond happy to hear that–wow. I feel so honored, thank you!

      Liked by 1 person

      • August 13, 2020 at 9:00 pm

        My penguin and owl thought so too…. 😀🐧🦉

        Liked by 1 person

      • August 13, 2020 at 10:03 pm

        I’m glad they could enjoy the poem as well. 😄

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  7. August 13, 2020 at 8:03 pm

    Now I want to see the image you navigated while writing this.

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 13, 2020 at 8:55 pm

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

      • August 16, 2020 at 6:26 pm

        And that’s poetry – finding hidden elements and weaving them into something new.

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  8. August 13, 2020 at 8:06 pm

    a tragically powerful peace, torn by traditions as you question your beliefs … artistic use of words woven

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  9. August 13, 2020 at 8:40 pm

    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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    • August 13, 2020 at 8:57 pm

      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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  10. August 13, 2020 at 8:44 pm

    Fantastic use of imagery, Lucy! Idk how you do it!!

    Liked by 2 people

  11. s.s.
    August 13, 2020 at 9:27 pm

    Word pictures! And oh what words. Beautiful

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 13, 2020 at 9:27 pm

      Thank you so much! ❤

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  12. August 13, 2020 at 9:53 pm

    I wonder if the lady of the marsh can be healed. There is a need for prayer and forgiveness. Maybe, not just for her but, for the world in general.

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    • August 13, 2020 at 10:07 pm

      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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  13. August 13, 2020 at 9:56 pm

    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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    • August 13, 2020 at 10:09 pm

      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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  14. August 14, 2020 at 1:16 am

    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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    • August 14, 2020 at 1:37 am

      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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  15. August 14, 2020 at 2:14 am

    Red is definitely the colour of your soul, Lucy. This way of writing seems to come so naturally to you. So many images.

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 14, 2020 at 2:16 am

      Aww, thank you very much Sarah! 😀

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  16. August 14, 2020 at 2:58 am

    I enjoyed this immensely 💖👏

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 14, 2020 at 2:58 am

      I’m so happy to hear that. Thank you! 🥰

      Liked by 1 person

  17. August 14, 2020 at 5:39 am

    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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    • August 14, 2020 at 8:56 am

      Saibal, your interpretation is profound and so poetic. It’s like prose-poetry to read! I loved your thoughts on this one. Thank you for reading and engaging. 🙂

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  18. August 14, 2020 at 6:57 am

    The perfect form for your recipes of images. Is this not the way you always write? I do like the way mythology always seems to push its way into your reflections. (K)

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    • August 14, 2020 at 8:53 am

      That is true, K. I think I prefer stream of consciousness writing! 😃 Thank you so much for your thoughts and feedback.

      Liked by 1 person

  19. Beverly Crawford
    August 14, 2020 at 11:30 am

    You leap from one beautiful descriptive phrase to the next and take us on a rollicking ride. Great write!

    Liked by 3 people

  20. August 14, 2020 at 11:42 am

    I enjoyed your poem, immensely.

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 14, 2020 at 1:32 pm

      I’m so glad. Thank you for your feedback!

      Like

  21. August 14, 2020 at 4:01 pm

    You have a very rich imagination that is complemented with the right words. 😊

    Liked by 2 people

    • August 14, 2020 at 4:17 pm

      Thank you so very much! 😊 I really appreciate that.

      Like

  22. August 14, 2020 at 9:15 pm

    dust to dust and ashes to ashes… you have traveled it all. Wonderful images throughout, Lucy.. You have a creative and interesting mind!
    Dwght

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  23. August 14, 2020 at 11:06 pm

    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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    • August 14, 2020 at 11:14 pm

      Thank you very much, Hank!

      Like

  24. August 16, 2020 at 6:09 am

    definitely enjoyed the mystical journey you took us here.

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 16, 2020 at 7:22 am

      I’m so glad. 💖 Thank you for reading it.

      Liked by 1 person

  25. JCj
    August 16, 2020 at 7:45 am

    I never thought stream of conscious thoughts could become poetry, but its quite beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 16, 2020 at 8:03 am

      Thank you! ☺️

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  26. August 16, 2020 at 10:03 am

    Lucy, your evocative imagery left me gasping and awestruck! Mystical and mythical strands woven beautifully together. ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 16, 2020 at 12:29 pm

      Oh wow, Punam. I’m stunned by your comment! I’m so happy this impacted you and I’m as well glad you enjoyed this piece. Thank you so much. 🥰

      Liked by 1 person

  27. August 16, 2020 at 12:03 pm

    I love (among the many gems here) the deliberation over 5’3″ or 5’3″ plus the half. 🙂

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  28. August 16, 2020 at 2:22 pm

    I was captured by your images from religion… they lent themselves to wrap around your thoughts… we do always carry those thoughts with us some where (maybe as a base.note)

    Liked by 1 person

    • August 16, 2020 at 2:24 pm

      Thank you so, so much! You are correct with the undertones in this piece.

      Like

  29. August 17, 2020 at 1:33 pm

    I love the mystical tone!

    Liked by 1 person

  30. November 14, 2020 at 5:00 pm

    ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨🔮🔮🔮🔮💫💫💫😘😘😘😘🌺🌺🌺

    Liked by 1 person

    • November 14, 2020 at 6:16 pm

      Kay, it’s truly an honor. I thank you. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

      • November 14, 2020 at 7:11 pm

        🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺❤

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