I slice the moon
curated in summer girls;
I name her for a death
Goosebones, I’d dream
I’d steal the sun
made of la-mancha
I name her for a death
she is mine
fragile, heart breaking,
I died in April; daisies
bone-soft, daddy is to the black bridge
the sea
the sun fell apart
I’m held by love
a crèche of the other
menstruating roses
could not see this
my own selfish sea
paper-babies
supposed born as cancers
could not see this;
I couldn’t see this. I name her for a death,
mine
when I can’t forget
mine
when I do
mine
when I love her
mine
where I’m loved.
I slice the moon
curated in summer girls;
I name her for a death
she’s mine.
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Posted for the dVerse MTB prompt: So today we shall write our poem using any style or meter as long as it contains:
1a. Epiphora (aka Epistrophe or Antistrophe). The end line repeats should for the most part be consecutive, although allowances are made for alternates as well as the use of the repeat word with variance. Employ repetitions with the maxim ‘ too often is too heavy’!
Maybe I cheated, but I wrote this 5/24/2021. It was just sitting in my notes, pretty much homeless, until I saw it fit most of the requirements for the prompt.
I just wasn’t bit by the poetry bug today. Someone put me in poetry prison and read me Anne Sexton.
51 responses to “Name her for a death (she is mine).”
Lucy, this is stunning.
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Thank you, Devika. 😊
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🙂
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Such stunning images, and the stanza with the repeated “mine” is very effective.
“Someone put me in poetry prison and read me Anne Sexton.” 🤣 Whatever works.
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Aww, thank you so much Merril!
By the seventh poetry reading, I whipped out my harmonica and sang the dreary blues.
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Oh, I thought I heard a harmonica. . .
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Ah yes, the poetry prison- where sentences wither and die. We must all serve our time there, whether we want to or not.
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It’s absolutely required if you wish to become a poet.
Now as for poet laureates, hope they didn’t drop the soap.
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your prison is a wonderworld of words! Loved reading this – even better on the third reading! Glad the epiphora brought resurrection
“Goosebones, I’d dream
I’d steal the sun
made of la-mancha “
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Aww, thank you. ❤
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I know you used the repeating words throughout, but my favorite part was the repeating of mine through the middle, it amps up the tempo and consequence.
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Thank you so much!
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I admire the repetition of the verses, first and last, and the refraining answer of, mine. Yes, mine and death are echoing in your poem.
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Thank you, Grace. 😀
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Like reading aloud standing on the lip of a deep canyon, words, phrases echoing, bouncing beyond death. I liked “daisies bone soft, daddy is to the black bridge.”
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Ooh, I can see that. Thank you for the feedback, Glenn. ❤
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Definitely makes me want to know more about the story with the two characters.
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It’s a mystery to me. 😁
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🙂
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You must have had a premonition about this prompt. It fit perfectly with Laura’s prompt! Very well done!
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I must have had. How funny, I was going to just keep it locked away or put it in a folder for a future manuscript; but this was the perfect opportunity! Thank you!
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Yes, it was…
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Mesmerizing and so ethereal. The repetition of “mine” is so powerful! 💕
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Thanks, Tricia. ❤ ❤
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So beautiful.
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Thank you. ❤
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Thankfully it found its way out of your notes.
Powerfully written and moving. I particularly like the descriptions you’ve used, such as “menstruating roses”, which I would have never thought of, yet, land with such force in so few words. I feel like that’s really the pinnacle of poetry, loading up as few words as possible, to be as evoking as possible, whilst still making sense; which you do so very, very well.
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Thank you so, so much.
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ooooh. morbid and profound. you do have Ms. Plath’s blood running in your veins. mine. mine. mine.
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Oh wow, thank you so very much!
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I sought death once. I went to five war zones. Death didn’t want me. War taught me. All of us are here for a purpose. I did find my reasons to be alive. Powerful words and thoughts shared dear Lucy. I love your work.
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Wow, John, that’s impactful and I’m glad you’re here. ❤️❤️ Thank you as well for the kind words.
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You are welcome dear Lucy.
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This is exceptionally good, Lucy! The imagery, the hell and torture of it, and also the strength. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you!
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Lucy,
Absolutely riveting. The encroachment of a dark passion intentionally claustrophobic. Stunning poetry.
~🕊Dora
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Thank you, Dora. ❤
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This overwhelms …. you are a writer!
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Thank you. ❤️❤️
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My gods but you are an exceptional poet!
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Oh wow, thank you very much! I’m flattered.
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I love this so much… the repetition and the images… both the moon and menstruating roses make this so passionate… maybe even desparate
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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Like this Lucy, some vivid images herein. Love the “mine” repetition. Very strong and effective! The same time you wrote this, I wrote really dark one focused at “mine”. http://www.image-verse.com/requiem
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Thank you, Rob! I’ll be sure to check out your piece as well.
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Thank you for sharing. ❤️
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Nice
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Thanks!
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A particular favourite, its voice is so natural in my head
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I’m really happy to hear that. ❤ Thank you.
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