last flower.

with the last flower, traveled and scrawled from our mind—across the sun. the moon cracks and reddens as death comes to stardust. ebony époque hikes to the yellow tourniquets; and in-utero shells, plasma glass, her eyes are mine;

maniac moon

devours the limb to the stars

clotted in bones/rocks.

I dream between the blood from the womb; nature’s breast and bone; clavicle, ankle bones, alone she is unmisted to the shore, into Autumned dark. I dissociate.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Whatever your pleasure, today, let us write haibun in which we use the word “hike,” alluding to whatever context we find most meaningful. For those new to haibun, write a prose paragraph or two, followed by a haiku, in which you include a seasonal reference, and a complement of divergent images that provokes insight.”

43 thoughts on “last flower.”

  1. A beautiful stream of consciousness haibun, Lucy. I love autumn blooms, the asters, Michaelmas daisies and salvias, berries and foliage – nature’s bones. Even the harvest moon takes on an autumn hue.

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  2. Yes, your vision is written in shadow language, as the edges of words undulate, shimmering with ebon fringes and fearful mists. You had me at “in-utero shells and plasma glass”.

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    1. Thank you so much!

      It’s not necessarily how I view nature, it’s just how I write about it. 😉 Dramatics and all. Hahaha. I see truly the more liberating sides of it, and not what I describe; it’s the birds at early morning, the isolated lakeside, the distant mountains—they are powerful.

      Now with life, on the other hand, I see its darkness. Hahaha!

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  3. You are definitely writing from the darker side here. A stream of consciousnes approach to the prose section of the haibun lends it a different feel from most haibuns. I’m always reminded that the prose section of the haibun must be true….by placing it in a stream-of-consciousness realm, we enter your mind for the “truth” rather than the scene itself.

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