Name her for a death (she is mine).

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
supposed born as cancers
could not see this;
I couldn’t see this. I name her for a death,
when I can’t forget 
when I do
when I love her
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 thoughts on “Name her for a death (she is mine).”

  1. 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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  2. 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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    1. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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