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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