eyelids.

eyelids
and a lie i stare
the way footsteps
slip

in winters etcetera
of the garden; the most frail
are knifed apples of eve

in my hands roots
faces I hid because I’m a memorial now
not the child
with arias in my bones

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Use the word way in a quadrille.




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54 replies

  1. I see the image of Ophelia lying in the water seeing her last breath slipping away.

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  2. I enjoyed the seemingly disjointed stream of consciousness of your quadrille, Lucy, which has stunning imagery in ‘the way footsteps slip in winters etcetera’, the ‘knifed apples of eve’ and the arias in bones. The speaker in this poem could still be saved.

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  3. ‘not the child/with arias in my bones’ – this was heartbreaking to me, Lucy, and so haunting!

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  4. I was so into this that I didn’t even notice the word “way” anywhere until I went back. As others have said, “not the child with arias in my bones” is so very telling and hits to the bottom of the soul. Just an amazing write, Lucy!

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  5. I feel the reflection, perhaps regret within this piece. So interesting to explore each line further with interpretation. Wonderful word choices with “etcetera” and “arias”.

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    • It’s definitely a reflection of memories with how I interpreted it when writing (and I always like to say that to me, the best interpretation is the reader’s). Thank you so much. ❤ ❤

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  6. That last line is a killer (so to speak)… Love this one!

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  7. “winters etcetera of the garden” and “knifed apples of Eve” such rich terms, Lucy. You create a world within a few words. Excellent!

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    • Oh wow, I am so happy to hear that. Just 44 words and it’s rough to create a landscape, you know? I always try and I am happy you think I can create such a world. You do as well with masterful imagery and color; the detail is impeccable from your color-wheel of words in their world. ❤ ❤

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  8. Alive or dead, metaphor or reality, your narrator could be both or neither. I liked “faces I hid because I’m a memorial now” and “eyelids and a lie”.

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    • Eh, I’m betting money the narrator is emotionally alive but feels dead if that makes sense. I wanted to gather topics of regret, memories, and sadness; and I loved how you picked up on the emotional connections I intended. Thank you so much, as always, for the lovely feedback.

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  9. Arias! Ah I’ll pine for that narrow!

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  10. Yes, ‘in winter’s etcetera / of the garden’ is a wonderful line – both discarding the description (we’ve all seen such snow-bound gardens) and the ridiculous involuntary shiver of the cold. Another engaging read – thank you.

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  11. Your poems never fail to challenge me, Lucy!

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  12. Your poems never fail to challenge me, Lucy!

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    • I will take that as a compliment. 😀

      I merely joke, Beverly. I’m happy to hear that and I thank you for such words. It pushes me to go further beyond my writing capabilities in some ways. I thank you for that.

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  13. The progression to ‘Not the child with arias in her bones’
    Makes for a sad kind of nostalgia
    A very interesting quadrille

    Much💖love

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  14. Such a grand entrance into your poem, that had me slipping into read more….🖤
    “eyelids
    and a lie i stare
    the way footsteps
    slip”

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  15. Children with arias in their bones …. what a beautiful fantasy/reality. Lovely arias, soaring arias, forever arias.

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  16. “eyelids” — That first word standing alone, and I imagine eyes that refuse to open, refuse to allow anyone to see into the soul behind them.

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  17. …the most frail among us are the knifed apples of eve…
    What a great line to describe the death of the elderly! No left with nothing but roots and memories. Makes one grow up very fast!

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  18. I see that Ken already said what I wanted to say! I loved this masterpiece, Lucy 🙂

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  19. This poem is everything! So engaging, I was hooked from start to finish 🙂

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  20. I feel like the speaker has somewhat removed herself emotionally behind those eyelids in the beginning, just observing the way it all came undone. A look back at innocence. Nicely done! 👏💕

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  21. “knifed apples of eve”
    Love this phrase Lucy! Kick ass piece, once again…

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  22. So evocative with layers of meaning, Lucy. It invites the reader’s empathy in a remarkable way. Funny, but “eyelids” are the first thing you look for in a marbled statue or over a sarcophagus.

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  23. The gravestone of a child is always chilling. (K)

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  24. This is stunning. It echoes with every word and when the last word is read. it keeps echoing.

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