Frost labors
my neck, the snake
of womb in there
Eastern Europe
then the admonitory
shores to the oneiric
seize of our fruits
dismembered with
white at the
tentacles of spring
Gimcrack, exiled
in arabian perfumes;
shun me, music,
like a stranger
in the romance
pollinating
in sedated blood
of the Sahara,
in which the snap of bone
is first heard like Pharroh’s
whip to my ankle-bones;
and I still seek
those arabian perfumes
Lady Macbeth whispered
to the pink bare of her hands,
carved like the little girl
in first love of wine
in her blood; vanilla skin
the white of bones
reflects to the red-hills
dwelling my dark blonde
mad to the moon.
© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the dVerse prompt: “Give a detailed description of what you see in the mirror, or to use that as a springboard to head off in an unexpected direction. Give me a portrait of yourself as an extended metaphor…”
39 responses to “mad to the moon.”
I love how you brought it home to the title… you make the night seem brighter than day.
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I always find the darkness more fascinating than the day. There is more honesty in it, and we let our guards down, at times, in the night. Thank you for your thoughts and for reading my piece. ❤
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Mad to the moon indeed!
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Hahaha! Yes!
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A wonderful piece, Lucy! The language is exquisite; I especially love ’the oneiric / seize of our fruits’ and ‘Gimcrack, exiled in arabian perfumes’, and the reference to Lady Macbeth, mad to the moon indeed.
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Thank you so very much, Kim. 🙂
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🙂
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Oh my! What a write!
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Thank you! 😊
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Wow, Lucy – so intense. Your colour palette is dark and troubling, and then that small, pink hand!
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Thank you so much! ❤
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My goodness this is good! 💝 I love; “music,like a stranger in the romance pollinating in sedated blood
of the Sahara.”
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Oh, I thank you greatly. So glad you enjoyed this piece. 🥰
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I am always amazed at your word skills Lucy .
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Aww, thank you.
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powerful wordsmithing, dark like you and your black cat 🙂
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Thank you. ❤ ❤
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This is rich Lucy! I too find deeper truth in darkness. Well written.
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Thank you! And yes, there is much to find in the darkness that reveals itself.
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Love it.
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I’m so glad. Thank you for reading!
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Woww … Beautifully penned ❣️
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Thank you!
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Interesting images here revealing you to us… Love the ankles snapping like Pharaoh’s whip. As my hearing diminished I thought my ankles quit cracking. Then I got hearing aids and found out they still do!!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight. 🙂
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you’ve peeled some aspects of you with such eloquence, Lucy. beautiful
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Oh, thank you so much! 🥰
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This is such an intriguing portrait: full of music and mystery!
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Thank you so much, Ingrid!
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Cleopatra 🙂
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👀
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lovely imagery 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Oo, I love how this poem travels the world through exotic spices and landscapes and ends by going beyond what we know to what we think we know; there could be no better title for this piece! 🙂
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Aww, thank you dearly! 😃
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This one feels like a labour of love ❤
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Wonderful write 🙂
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Thank you so much. ❤️
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