This night.

summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death—
is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose,
leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might
too leave in the white rose of lips; sewn a monolith 
exchanging, in perfidy, a child at the river
its maddening leavetaking, tucked in the shawl, a fellness of
gold nursed at the fingertips dead and drowning,
for the illumine, like a dream, but it was no longer; memory was the
brass to the black heart of the rose, low-necked to mourn.

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Written for the dVerse prompt, using lines from Dorothy Lawrenson’s poem September. Truth be told, this is most likely one of my darkest poems, taking heavy inspiration from This Night Has Opened My Eyes by The Smiths.




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43 replies

  1. I love how you used these start words for your poem – and that opener really sets the mood

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  2. Wonderful use of colour in this poem, Lucy, and I love the lines:
    ‘is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose,
    leaving to the knot of a darker azure?’

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  3. I love how you went into darkness with this. Especially that last line
    brass to the black heart of the rose, low-necked to mourn.., ‘
    scrumptious reading.

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  4. More darkness\, reflecting perfectly the chaos and turmoil within these Trumpian days, this hellish haze. Are we inhabiting the “last of days”? Who will survive, and what will they learn?

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  5. I like chocolate, the darker the better. Much the same about literature. You take the cake, Sister.

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  6. I love the poetic force of your words. The darkness of memory just rolls over you in this poem even as the river claimed the life of a child.

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  7. A beautiful darkness, like the black heart of the rose. Your write with moody passion of the bloody sun.

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  8. Lovely all around. I tried to use this line but it wasn’t working for me. Well done.

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  9. Powerful stuff Lucy – I liked how each word of Lawrenson’s line was the step off into darkness – and memorable lines ‘the fellness of gold’, ‘memory was the / brass to the black heart…’ Thanks also for the Smiths.

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  10. You chose the perfect words in nine lines of poetry to complete the poet’s line …. well done.

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  11. I love the word choices! “pilgrimage” and “knot” and “monolith” all create such a sense of mystery and darkness in this piece.

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  12. 💜🖤 Sad but true. :-/
    But that is why I am here, I suppose.

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  13. Sometimes its hard to share the right complement with you poetry. It bots so many notes, both your rhythms and words and innuendoes. They always amaze me, that’s for sure. Hope you enter these in poetry contests. Q10

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  14. Amazing 😍💖💖💖💖💖

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  15. Very frightening stuff, Lucy. I like it. 😉 Although I hardly paced alongside the rhythm, the overall theme had me good.

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