I crucify
the child in me,
shun her in a scry root;
stone walls don't hear my cries;
inhabiting a box
the pensive death-maddening
burdens
a heart under the moon
maybe it would pick my bones
curiously,
maybe an old death it outgrows.
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Written for the 5/31/2021 dVerse quadrille prompt.
Pseudopsychosis. 
41 responses to “The child inside.”
Wow! Lucy, this is so visceral. Well done.
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Thank you! 😀
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Love the awareness of recognising some hasty decisions that may cause problems. One often enough tends to be impatient! Very true Lucy!
Hank
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Thank you so much, Hank. ❤
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Another amazing poem Lucy! Don’t think I would want the moon picking my bones, curiously or otherwise! :>)
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Hahaha, wouldn’t blame you there. Thank you.
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:>)
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This is a fascinating response Lucy. I love the title, up to the last line,which begs a question.
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Thank you!
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The questioning at the end is poignant. The child is growing, even under that moon! I feel the pull of subconscious thoughts in the verses and it is a curious thing!
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Thank you so much!
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Adeptly fashioned and presented.
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Aww, thank you so much.
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Yes, curiously, the moon is strong enough to do that to one. But it will leave one more complete after shuffling things around. That moon is that powerful.
Ha! Imagine. That’s what I saw in this poem. Loved. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much! I love the thoughts it could inspire.
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This poem sucked me in, somehow! Lovely piece! Captivating!
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Thank you very much!
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Absolutely!
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Almost haunting..
Wonderfully done, Lucy!
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome!
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❤️❤️
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Love the heart picking your bones curiously dry. Details the dangers of curiosity brilliantly. Enjoyed.
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Thank you so much. 😁
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Your exploration of the child inside, within the confines of a ‘quadrille box’ is fascinating, Lucy, and such a unique response. A child should not have to carry ‘pensive death-maddening burdens’. I sense a kind of relief in the moon‘s curious bone-picking, a re-emergence into adulthood, perhaps.
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I love your interpretation and feedback. Thank you so much!
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So many curious images and so much intrigue generated by your words! I sense a battle with inner demons which could yet be won.
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Thank you so much! You really hit the nail on the head about the theme.
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You’re welcome – pleased I ‘got it’!
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I feel we’ve all done it at least once! An important reminder to honour the child in us more. Especially important today! Thank you
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I thank you!
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I love the deep, visceral feel of this, and maybe it does … (a sense of Poe too for me)
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Thank you!
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This is a deep, hard hitting quadrille … a beautiful write.
{ More than a few folks have made reference to my still-childlike-at times-personality ~~~ I say OK. }
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Thank you, Helen!
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felt the weight in these lines, especially here:
a heart under the moon
maybe it would pick my bones
curiously,
maybe an old death it outgrows.
So good and heart piercing, Lucy.
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Thank you so much. ❤️❤️
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This is a sad thought having to lock the child inside like this… maybe it is really impossible to do, and will only hurt us in the end. The child needs to see the sun.
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I like the way you think. There is hope in the end.
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Wow, Lucy. Intense and super visceral. I FEEL your words.
And this… it made me cringe…
❤
David
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Thank you, David. ❤️
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