The child inside.

I crucify
the child in me,
shun her in a scry root;
stone walls don't hear my cries;

inhabiting a box
the pensive death-maddening
a heart under the moon
maybe it would pick my bones

maybe an old death it outgrows.

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Written for the 5/31/2021 dVerse quadrille prompt.

  41 comments for “The child inside.

  1. De Jackson
    May 31, 2021 at 8:19 pm

    Wow! Lucy, this is so visceral. Well done.

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  2. May 31, 2021 at 8:21 pm

    Love the awareness of recognising some hasty decisions that may cause problems. One often enough tends to be impatient! Very true Lucy!


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    • May 31, 2021 at 9:33 pm

      Thank you so much, Hank. ❤


  3. May 31, 2021 at 9:20 pm

    Another amazing poem Lucy! Don’t think I would want the moon picking my bones, curiously or otherwise! :>)

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  4. May 31, 2021 at 9:47 pm

    This is a fascinating response Lucy. I love the title, up to the last line,which begs a question.

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  5. May 31, 2021 at 10:29 pm

    The questioning at the end is poignant. The child is growing, even under that moon! I feel the pull of subconscious thoughts in the verses and it is a curious thing!

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  6. June 1, 2021 at 12:44 am

    Adeptly fashioned and presented.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 12:44 am

      Aww, thank you so much.


  7. June 1, 2021 at 12:47 am

    Yes, curiously, the moon is strong enough to do that to one. But it will leave one more complete after shuffling things around. That moon is that powerful.
    Ha! Imagine. That’s what I saw in this poem. Loved. Thanks for sharing.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 12:47 am

      Thank you so much! I love the thoughts it could inspire.

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  8. June 1, 2021 at 12:53 am

    This poem sucked me in, somehow! Lovely piece! Captivating!

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  9. June 1, 2021 at 1:45 am

    Almost haunting..
    Wonderfully done, Lucy!

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  10. June 1, 2021 at 3:21 am

    Love the heart picking your bones curiously dry. Details the dangers of curiosity brilliantly. Enjoyed.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 4:06 am

      Thank you so much. 😁


  11. June 1, 2021 at 3:39 am

    Your exploration of the child inside, within the confines of a ‘quadrille box’ is fascinating, Lucy, and such a unique response. A child should not have to carry ‘pensive death-maddening burdens’. I sense a kind of relief in the moon‘s curious bone-picking, a re-emergence into adulthood, perhaps.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 4:07 am

      I love your interpretation and feedback. Thank you so much!

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  12. June 1, 2021 at 6:40 am

    So many curious images and so much intrigue generated by your words! I sense a battle with inner demons which could yet be won.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 8:33 am

      Thank you so much! You really hit the nail on the head about the theme.

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      • June 1, 2021 at 9:58 am

        You’re welcome – pleased I ‘got it’!

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  13. June 1, 2021 at 9:11 am

    I feel we’ve all done it at least once! An important reminder to honour the child in us more. Especially important today! Thank you

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  14. June 1, 2021 at 9:30 am

    I love the deep, visceral feel of this, and maybe it does … (a sense of Poe too for me)

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  15. June 1, 2021 at 11:30 am

    This is a deep, hard hitting quadrille … a beautiful write.
    { More than a few folks have made reference to my still-childlike-at times-personality ~~~ I say OK. }

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  16. June 1, 2021 at 12:17 pm

    felt the weight in these lines, especially here:
    a heart under the moon
    maybe it would pick my bones

    maybe an old death it outgrows.

    So good and heart piercing, Lucy.

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  17. June 1, 2021 at 3:45 pm

    This is a sad thought having to lock the child inside like this… maybe it is really impossible to do, and will only hurt us in the end. The child needs to see the sun.

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    • June 1, 2021 at 4:28 pm

      I like the way you think. There is hope in the end.


  18. June 2, 2021 at 2:51 am

    Wow, Lucy. Intense and super visceral. I FEEL your words.

    maybe it would pick my bones

    And this… it made me cringe…


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