earth’s red.

in a ghost

of the moon; archaic

dreams cross the ocean;


idled mind

the hawthorn spume

and Earth’s red


moon, estranged

to the headstone

fare to ash-heaps


and dissociation

down the bones

of beanstalk


and the ghost,

the moon,

reddened mirrors


of ourselves

to feet of God,

light lies


to paralyze

the Earth,

an insect death;


death does ourselves

to the green

of the sea


I echo,

to the sea

that cannot hear;


sunsets dying

possess us both

fall to drown & drown.

First appeared on Lucy’s Works for this dVerse prompt.

I do hope you enjoyed this piece. I thank you so much for taking the time to read it.


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