moon stunt rain.

i rise from my bed
of snakes, glassy apparition,
you have nothing on me; garden fingers
and eyeholes i hid from:
no one can get me
no one can be
the thief but the moon,

I devour known blood
of these garden thorns,
the moon-stunt of your flower
I see goes
(and its rain).

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Reposted for the dVerse open link night.


46 thoughts on “moon stunt rain.”

  1. I don’t know how I missed this the first time around, Lucy, but I’m glad you posted it here! Brilliant…’the moon-stunt of your flower
    I see goes
    (and its rain).’
    Such unusual and enchanting phrasing!

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  2. Great lines, Lucy, ‘no one can be / the thief but the moon’ – reminds me of Joni’s words: ‘At least the moon at the window – The thieves left that behind’ – and ‘the moon-stunt of your flower’.

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  3. Dark Poetess you are, but your torch of tar glows bright throughout each ebon journey. You had me at “i rise from my bed of snakes, glassy apparition.” Glad to see your tie to Leonard Cohen; me too.

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    1. Thanks, Dwight! About that line (and really any line of mine that utilizes something with snakes), it’s inspired by the song White Widow by Afterhours:

      “In my bed as I lied undead
      Making love to the snake inside my head
      On the floor like a beautiful whore
      What may never come may hurt no more.”

      You are also right on target with the theme. That is exactly what ran through my mind when writing it. Thank you so much for your feedback.

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