the moon kisses
us both; knowing
the white tumuli of blood
at our feet
is ours; in a dream,
I’ve been the meronymy
of ocean to ocean;
I would see the black stars
and their explosions
into a sea of pareidolia
but these dreams
a fidelity of blood
the first of the blinded eye
to see
the bone-white frost
and thorns at dusk
swayed in the
broken trough
of skin like a lonely
venom;
born from father’s dust,
to melancholia whispers,
catch the sun;
light is shunned by
a madman’s lament
in the insouciant Kalahari
flowers
the moon has broken bones
its light on the tree, disembogued
like the in utero petals from
the dulcet Hellebores; our winter
rose.
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Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Prompt: “Catch the sunlight.”
Pseudopsychosis. 
14 responses to “Hellebores.”
Beautiful lines…..”I would see the black stars
and their explosions…..into a sea of pareidolia”
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Good stuff.
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Aww, thank you. 🥰
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Tumuli, meronymy, pareidolia…mouthful, succulent words adorn your lovely, melancholic verse, Lucy! ❤️
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Thank you. 😊
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You are welcome. 😊
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AWE!
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Wow !❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you! 🥰
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Lovely! Well penned❣️
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Thank you! ❤
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