The death of cellophane air fuchsia flowers by the Pigalle, ocean pale, in this dream; Camellia’s perfume, her tree bones close to death are twigs in the mistral wind, the quiet my mother taught me as I learned or tried to learn half the Hebrew alphabet for her. I tell you, I was a child then, mon chèriette a baby in her bones, with a quart of the Conassauga river in her hands; blackbirds now fall by the sandalwood sunsets, and I die in the chords at four AM; the honeysuckle ripened from my window and I look towards my son— my black cat he sleeps as the lotus petals fall; there is no death in the buried tree, as demitasse ghosts lie following mental nuclear winters barefoot in the tongued darkness, how it leaves me, it leaves me; desert mouths, sun blush; dark and veering the birches, like an exquisite battered perfume, blood rubies part their lips; some prophet can carry me to the apple limbs and soon abandon me to shore. But there is no prophet I grasp, no, not for me. Through the smokestacks there is the death of me as I pass the hills. I see the little girl in the glass; her pale epidermis. Undress me, and the wounds, steal her womb too into the autumn death, lest these hills assombrir and bruise; fingers of rock, weeping blood and grapes, wines to the illumine baby’s breath before we all die, leave me, that’s all I ask of you, please leave me. 09/20/2020 © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Heavily, HEAVILY inspired by Sibylle Baier’s I Lost Something in the Hills.
35 responses to “mon chèriette.”
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
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Aww, thanks John. Much love to you.
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You are welcome dear Lucy.
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Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry. Hello from Michigan.
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❤ ❤
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Great poetry! With the added benefit it caused me to put on Patti LaBelle and turned my frown upside down. Thank you
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Oh, that means a lot to me. Thank you. 🙂
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This is exquisite, Lucy. Just sublime. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Selma!
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This is Murcury/Jim Ogle, hailing from the Parklandship, non mari on and adieu. Love please carry us through to believe.
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Absolutely stunning. I love it
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Hear, hear ❣️
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Hear,hear!(again 😉 )
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Hahaha, you’re all too kind. ❤ ❤
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Aww, thank you JYP!
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This is mesmerising, Lucy! Always glad to see you back 😊
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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You have once again created something more than language – an experience through written word, full of exquisite imagery, deep feelings, and haunting metaphor. Beautiful, Lucy. ❤️
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Thank you so, so much Jeff! I cherish your kind words greatly. ❤ ❤
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You’re most welcome, Lucy. Always! ❤️❤️
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This is beautiful, Lucy. I missed reading you. I’m glad you posted ❤
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Thank you, Sunra. 🙂
I haven’t been active so much. I’m a psych major and jfc, I thought I would have more time to myself these days and WP but eh, it’s life!
Also which reminds me, I have to check out your work soon, I’ve missed reading you too.
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Thank you, Lucy ❤ I totally understand, life takes over and compromises your time! Being a psyche major only makes you a better poet though, I think! Still, taking a break is the kindest thing you can do for yourself so worth doing if you can. Glad you’re still on WP! I look forward to reading more of you too 🙂
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Thank you. ❤
Hahaha, who knows? My textbook may finally be inspiring. 😛 And you’re so right, burnout is easy to get and self-care needs to be a priority especially in these times. Ahhh crazy stuff, hoping 2022 is a better year for most.
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It’ll certainly be eventful, I think. My hunch is it’ll be more intense. Thank God we have art to turn to.
Wishing you a great Sunday, Lucy 😊❤️
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Lucy has returned yet again with another poem to stun us all 💖
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I come out of hiding every so often, but catch my shadow in between poems. 😛
Thank you so much, MadLad. I always appreciate your support. ❤
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Hello from Nigeria, upon embers of mystery you sail, there I love to go.
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Thanks!
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What a mindblowing poem! Word by word, my mind opens up into new vistas of meaning, and pain flows like blood from the dark beauty of your lines! Absolutely loved reading this!
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Ah, Dominic! That warms my heart to hear this, I always enjoy reading your comments and thoughts. You flatter me. 🙂 Thank you.
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You’re most welcome Lucy!
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