blackest feather.

the blackest feather

in the sky chokes

delirium to the stars;

our bodies glaze white under the willows,

and water sat her mistress

of spindrift wombs, the sun

fed the death tree; give our bones

the wispy velvet vein

of our blood,

becoming mother.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: “Show us your skywriting by penning a poem of exactly 44 words, including some semblance of the word sky.”


57 responses to “blackest feather.”

    • Truly, that was exactly the imagery that popped into my head as I was writing the line, “our bodies glaze white under the willows…” Thank you so much for your feedback. It’s always appreciated.

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  1. A beautifully dark quadrille, Lucy. My favourite colour is black and, if I had been born several decades later, I would have been a goth. The opening lines are perfect, they could stand on their own – as Jane says, the rest is reflection, but what reflection! I love the spindrift wombs.

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  2. Hi Lucy! This is something I need to share with my fellow writers here at dVerse. I so enjoy reading the work that you create and post, and am genuinely honored to be embraced as a part of this community of poets. May we all find healing in these challenging times. And as a true aquarian love child, and also a proud flower child of the 60’s, who truly believed then we would some day change the world to be a better place for all, and still believes that we might yet do it — I wish each of you peace, health, and love. Write on!

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