Roots.

Drinking from another mismatched
moon-eye
in another, should I have loved,
then only with my garden
should I climb to my roots

vowels sparse like bones
miraculous stone and hair
holding ultima, eating man
to the fuchsia, death of all things,
skin, a dollhouse of nicks.

© 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved

Written 2/17/2021

  7 comments for “Roots.

  1. May 22, 2021 at 12:55 am

    Wow. Amazing technique in writing. I had to read twice to even fathom the meaning of this piece and I think even that wasn’t enough. Why haven’t I seen you before on my feed? He he.

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    • May 22, 2021 at 1:09 am

      Oh wow, thank you so much! 😁

      Like

      • May 22, 2021 at 1:09 am

        You’re welcome. Will be on a look-out for your future posts. 🙂

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  2. May 22, 2021 at 11:41 am

    That was beautiful, Lucy. I love the imagery and the surging rhythm. Well done!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. May 22, 2021 at 12:55 pm

    This poem is so good. It squeezed my heart and makes me ache in memory of lovers in my past that should never have been. Awesome final line!

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