moonglow.

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Swaying in cool roots
of white, I feed the earth
from my hands and bones;
the moonglow

on my skin roots
I am a tree of the debris
I eat the leaves in backdrops of the sun’s
buzz; rain does nothing
to me. Between stem and finger,
I desert you like a mosaic of bones.

I was tagged by the inspiring Ingrid on Twitter to join in on a poetry party—one year of poems under the existing tag #APoemADay. Please do check it out if you feel inclined.

15 thoughts on “moonglow.”

Beautiful imagery….

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Lucy says:

December 28, 2020 at 8:45 am

Thank you!

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1. Navin says:
  
  December 28, 2020 at 4:00 pm
  
  You’re welcome, Lucy.
  
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Lucy, if you don’t mind I’m going to keep the responses in a folder and maybe anthologise the best of them at the end of next year 😅I love this, what a strong start!

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Lucy says:

December 28, 2020 at 9:01 am

I don’t mind at all, it sounds like a lovely idea! Thank you so very much. ❤️❤️❤️🥰

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1. Ingrid says:
  
  December 28, 2020 at 9:12 am
  
  Thank you for taking part! I’m going to start on Friday (hopefully) with a clean slate and a clear head 😅❤️🤣
  
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2. Lucy says:
  
  December 28, 2020 at 11:57 am
  
  Sounds like a plan! 😁
  
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