I wound you up
like a toy, my Eve
in death,
an aged amaranthine
you wound me.
A lotus dress with lace
of red,
a psychological bloom
upon my bones,
don’t you know
the orphaned winter was born for me,
my Eve in death.
© 2021 Pseudopsychosis All Rights Reserved.
Reposted for the 01/06/2022 dVerse OLN.
A short poem with great lyric beauty!
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure!
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the orphaned winter was born for me……quite the line
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Thank you so much!
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Eros and thanatos woo blood and night here. A lonely place for lust but winter corrals all kinds of discontent.
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Love that, Brendan. Thank you!
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You go all the way…..you don’t hold back…your words captivate, or capture…it is not mere reading one does here….it is more than that, and my goodness, the immortal flower, aged, and the orphan winter…there is a swirl of emotions that leave their mark after reading your poem, if I dare, again, say just ‘reading’…
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Oh my god, thank you so, so much. I have no words at your kindness (and such beautiful insight). ❤ ❤
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Strong work Lucy – your writing has a powerful presence and I will be back for more…
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Aww, thank you!
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Yeah, you’re just that good, Lucy. Every time I come here, you take me by surprise. “Amaranthine”…now there’s a word made for a poem if there ever was one. And that last troika took my breath away. Your work is unsparingly honest, fresh as a dash of ice water, and as pleasing to a poet as good coffee. I am your fan, and that’s that.
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Shay, have I told you lately that your comments leave me stunned? 😀 I mean, you’re my fan??? No, no, no, I’m YOUR fan. You blow me away! I love your work so much, and when hearing this praise from you, I’m like, “What do I say???” My god, a mere thank you doesn’t even convey it enough, but I really do thank you and I always love reading your insight and commentary.
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Loved the imagery and the style of this poem. It was really powerful with a pinch of a haunted sense of feeling and longing.
Can’t wait for more brilliant masterpieces like these!
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Aww, thank you so much SS! I definitely wanted to portray those feelings of longing in this dark chase of lust/infatuation.
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Allowing someone else, to, prop us up, to, pose us, to however that other individual sees fit, we lose, control of our lives, because, we gave the right of our lives, the to another, and that, won’t, end well.
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Ooooh, I’m glad you see right through this poem! I wanted it to be dark in a sense of control and chaotic tendencies as seen in dysfunctional relationships–with one trying to mold and control the other to the ideal they created in their head. Thank you so much.
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The image of ‘Eve in death’ really turns the story of the Fall on its head. Which I like!
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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Superb! 😀
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love your reachin’ sizzlin’ high for a great OLN, bravo Lucy! 🙂✌🏼❤️
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Thanks, Rob! 😀
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Oh it is wonderful to simply fall into this one, absorbing the imagery and the depth of each line. I especially love….”a psychological bloom upon my bones”. Stunning work.
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Thank you so much, Mish!
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Nice! A great bloom upon my bones…great line
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Thank you!
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A strong poem. Enjoyed!
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Thank you so much! I’m happy to hear that.
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Your red-on-black graphic here makes this poem even more powerful than the already powerful words.
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Aww, thank you! ❤
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Lucy, love this – the deep places your poetry always takes the reader. And the clever homonym.
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Oh, I thank you so very much!
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This may be a dark poem but there was an energy that drew me in. So so good.
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Oh wow, thank you!
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“a psychological bloom
upon my bones,”
Reading through the comments, I hear “strong” and “powerful” and I echo that, for me this is everything a poem should be. JIM
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Jim, I thank you so much!
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“I wound you up
like a toy,”
Damn, this opening is powerful!
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Thank you! 😀
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It’s all so good, but I particularly liked for the image it created,
“don’t you know
the orphaned winter was born for me”
j
But I have to admit, that the title and opening made me think of the show “Killing Eve.” 🤣
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Thank you so much, Merril!
And yes! You’re the first one to even mention “Killing Eve.” I was directly inspired by Villanelle for this poem, and I didn’t want to include an author’s note about what this was about/inspired by since I wanted to see if anyone can guess who I was talking about. 😂
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[…] really enjoy the dark intenseness of Lucy and her poems, including My Eve over at […]
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Absolutely loved the imagery!
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Aww, thank you! I’m so happy to hear that, and long time no see! 😉
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Same here. It’s a privilege to share this space! Absolutely blessed! 🙌
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And you look ravishing in Spanish red!
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Hahaha, why thank you!
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Sylvia Plath vibes for sure
love this so much
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Thank you so very much! Plath is my hero. I do not know if I mentioned it, but I got her unabridged journals collection you told me about a while back ago. I only read a few pages, but I intend on one day giving it the time it deserves because I can see, from what glimpses I have read, more the person than the poet.
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Oh I’m fully aware because I bought the book 😌 I looovvveee plath
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