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.
