Adieu.

adieu
wearing a deathlace
in the bony garden
the pretty women as statues
when I’ve known none of them

eyes, not mine, stare back
if I have failed, let me go
through dooms of silence

in suffering of the first born,
the last born, upon the orange groves
and syrup of my old home.

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12 replies

  1. WOw. Spectacular. Breathtaking.

    in suffering of the first born,
    the last born, upon the orange groves
    and syrup of my old home.

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  2. Transfixing imagery, Lucy, and filled with a (rich) resignation.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. I have a question, and I do not mean to pry. Nor do I need an explanation. But your poetry is often painful and dark — and beautiful. Is everything alright in your life? Sending you light and faeries just in case.

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  4. Hauntingly beautiful, Lucy

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