Solstice.

I’m sick of you, blood-fat trees. 
The city is predatory like your fragile mother; 
or god really, but who am I to judge? Solstice bless a darker planet
whoring her death
with an earth staff; last words to ailments
Fuck you
I’d give you the death of my hometown 
but it’s been like that for the past twenty years. 
I will dig up wings for my children—to let them know 
there are no angels anymore; 
death came to them on her court Angeles.
You come to me as if I'm you
and we're the same. Maybe we are, you say,
The mirror kills itself, and I pretended to laugh.
Mademoiselle, you wound me; this one has no pride and clean sheets, 
there is the blood breaking of summer on her
Mademoiselle, take my black heart it's waning to die
in the summer solstice
the paradoxes a daughter of near-madness.

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Written for the 6/21/2021 dVerse Haibun prompt.

I don’t know what I was going for here other than a screw it all mentality and finally letting go.

I think after playing around with it more, this is the final version.




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32 replies

  1. I can really feel a sense of being locked inside a cityscape when nature around us is only felt in the sweltering heat of a sickly solstice… and of course if you prefer darkness, this is simply too much light.

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  2. Wow, such a wonderfully dark piece full of disdain and disillusionment! The perfect antidote to any solstice frivolity 🙂

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  3. This is so dark and raw in a way that you wouldn’t expect for a haibun/haiku – and I love the unexpectedness of it!

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  4. i feel the darkness. sometimes i even crave it on when i am having one of them days. i get the screw it mentality.

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    • Thank you. ❤ The darkness can be comforting, and with it, there’s that feeling of not caring anymore (thus that screw it all mindset). It’s freeing sometimes, just has to be the right time for it to happen.

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  5. Home is where the hurt is?

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  6. Was there a haiku in there somewhere? Your anger and disgust can be infectious to we city dwellers. I’m lucky to live in the suburbs in the foothills of the Cascades. Nature is close if I need it.

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    • As living in a small city, it’s in the back of my mind that type of disillusionment and depression. I’m more of a fan of endless country roads and trees. However, nature is prevalent where I’m in with the south, just wish the grass was a little greener (literally, some of it looks dried out).

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  7. Re-reading it I found the haiku; cool.

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  8. You had me at blood-fat trees. Love this charged haibun.

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  9. A searing experience of dark Solstice indeed! Btw, don’t forget to link your haibun to Mister Linky! 😉

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  10. you wield a sharp pen !

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  11. Incredibly written and unexpectedly dark for a summer solstice poem, Lucy. I honestly don’t know how you manage to cast such spells upon otherwise common words.


    David

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  12. The still points are portals to a more intense version of wherever we are. But they can also show us something else in their mirror. (K)

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  13. I love how you played with this form! The whole poem captivated me and pulled me in from line to line.

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  14. So forlorn, even in the beauty of summer solstice, all is tempered by experiences.

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