le mystère.

I.

the blood-tree grows silent
i question my tenderness
or the strange faces that stare back

swathed in formaldehyde-liquids
embryo of the calf, the bird,
my mind relishes their eyes
hypnotically le mystère as fluorescence
runs

i fidget first with memory,
second, as i grew in orange groves 
a self-inflicted lobotomy 
like vines and i stopped talking 
when all i felt was sadness

II.

I dreamt again last night
upon the meaning of this
eye contact; it was nothing,
had been perfumed, had been a split second
in the room’s façade
alone 

impatient, posturing brokenness
as in the bell jar stolen from my hands
when all there is left
is trust
i only have sensibilities in
sempiternal madness.

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Written for the 08/26/2021 dVerse MTB prompt.



Categories: Poetry, Prose

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45 replies

  1. Tenderness, sadness, impatience, and madness — I’m emotional wrung out and wrung up Lucy… but again, so fascinated! 🙂

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  2. Wow Lucy, I don’t know to fully describe it, what a trip! I have to read it again, especially after lunch with a glass of wine. 🙂

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  3. Definitely a sense of mystery, eerie-ness, emotive. So many images used to compel me into your thought-processes.

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  4. I think even my usual anguish isn’t enough to properly describe my feelings here. There’s a beautiful, almost Victorian horror to this, this twisting of grief and depression with science and a faint flair of nightmare-fantasy. All of course tempered by the narrative voice which is both fairly grounded while also quite apparently twisted in its own deliciously perverse way. Well done, Lucy, I am in a fit and rage towards the heavens once more – your skill a blade that draws both blood and inspiration.

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  5. Beautifully written Lucy, I sense a great loss, with eternal sadness and betrayed trust!

    hypnotically le mystère as fluorescence runs

    The mystery of our DNA runs on and on generation after generation!

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  6. Beautiful, Lucy. Posturing brokenness is an awesome phrase. 💙

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  7. Another amazing write. I love that last line and your “French” title.😜!!!🙏

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  8. ‘a self-inflicted lobotomy’ – perhaps that’s what a soliloquy really is? I love the imagery of animals in formaldehyde – it’s eerie as it is enthralling.

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  9. Quite “le mystère” indeed! It feels a bit like the middle of a gothic horror story. I think those lab-creatures are going to be talking, but maybe only at night. In dreams. As usual, such mysterious, vivid images, Lucy! 😀

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  10. Wonderful imagery

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  11. I found myself impatient, too, expeditiously jumping to the next word and it reminded me of how I find myself reading Poe poems.

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  12. This is amazing Lucy … last stanza I cannot praise highly enough! WOW.

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  13. So enigmatic, Lucy, a beautiful evocative read. The imagery made me think of Damien Hirst’s shark in formaldehyde (not to mention all the other creatures he pickled) and I enjoyed all the notions that spilled throughout the poem. The idea of questioning your own tenderness, as if where does this spring from and why? I think that at times – why does that person move me? It’s unfathomable sometimes.

    This moved me:
    “I stopped talking
    when all i felt was sadness.” Yesssss.

    And the idea of perfumed eye contact, what a lovely synesthesia. Bravo! So well-crafted ❤

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    • Ah, I am so happy you picked up on that, Sunra! I was thinking the same throughout this poem, how different people or a specific person in mind can impact the narrator. It truly is unfathomable if we introspect on it. Thank you so, so much. ❤

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  14. The feeling that stayed with me after reading this, is immense sadness. ❤️

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  15. Those images of the embalmed animals sometimes almost talk to you (even those with shut eyes), love where those images took you

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  16. When there is nothing left save trust, hoo boy that can seem like madness. Especially if it is so difficult in coming

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  17. A perfect combination of different emotions and feelings….. love the mysterious feel ❤

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