Two moons.

In two moons,
a pseudoknot is in my blood
begging to close
about my last breath

it wasn’t the echoing of gargoyles
in our death-beds
wandering our roots 
taken more by wiles

and gutted solstice 
endless in your eyes

I know
you’re killing me

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Written for the dVerse quadrille prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. Include the word “knot” in some form.

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31 Comments

  1. I love the limitations of a good prompt. Despite the constraints, your work retains a certain wildness that I’ve come to associate with your poetry – it’s only after a few more readings circling my head whereupon I go, “Ah, not just beautiful words, beautiful symbols.”

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  2. I like the imagery of the pseudoknot begging to close and the gutted solstice, they both infer a splitting to me, like two moons, and I sense the division is deadly. Take two aspirin and call me in the morning! 😁

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  3. Ah, Lucy, you went with the pseudoknot and made it into a split personality! The ‘echoing of gargoyles’ and ‘gutted solstice’ are going to haunt me for the rest of the day – and it’s only just started.

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  4. A creative ‘knot’ indeed! Loving the lines “and gutted solstice
    endless in your eyes

    I know
    you’re killing me”

    I feel this. If solstice is gutted, more than I is dying in forty four words.

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