ek503

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joined april 27, 2020
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not entirely sure what this is, but *shrugs*

she’ll tell of citrus, balm, life, ridge, and shell.

September 4, 2020

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i shall meet a bygone shell just past a cliff beyond the scourged pacific,
and her opaline claws will press deep in my flesh. swollen, choleric.
she’ll dig at my dermal ridges, flashing in the waning light,
strip, strip, stripping till she hits the back of my nail, 
just in time to upturn her lack of face and frown
a deep, unforgiving droop of her ridges,
letting her crescent shoulders curve against the moon and 
chide me with her silence, insisting that this citrus balm 
pooling in my finger-turned-bowl is life and life’s gift.

i will leave her carcass, shell, on an overturned canoe, 
and she’ll dull in the waning light, for my lifebalm is life. 
with my vertebral ridges curving against the moon, 
i’ll cross-stitch my hand without moonlight
because she’ll have taught me strands of it won’t hold.
no, my eyes will drip down, down, drowning in my finger-turned-bowl to watch.
the watching, the act and circumstance, is what will stitch it shut, though half so.
and the meeting, the act and circumstance, is what will stick to my hems.
she’ll watch me go in silence, trailing citrus all the way home.

i’ll whisper my thank-you’s to the earth,
the moon’s glare on my curving spine as i bend 
down, down, drowning in the life rushing to my head.
 
when life gives you lemons / she sells seashells by the seashore /

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10 Comments
  • Eblinn

    (reply) feeling hangry is frustrating ugh, i know the feeling. thanks for the comment!
    "i’ll cross-stitch my hand without moonlight
    because she’ll have taught me strands of it won’t hold."
    ohhh, this is gorgeous! and the last stanza is so perfect. "down, down, drowning in the life rushing to my head."
    I just love the whole beach theme here, and the way you described the seashell , so beautiful!


    3 months ago
  • lochnessie

    replying (again!): thank you so much :)


    3 months ago
  • tas (yellowbrickrd)

    wow this is fascinating!


    3 months ago
  • JustAnotherDarling

    Re: thank you so much for the sweet comment :D

    Also wow, I'll be honest and say I had the dictionary pulled up on one tab as I read this, but once I understood all your beautiful descriptive words, I fell in love with your writing!


    3 months ago
  • lochnessie

    replying: thank you so much! just some stream of consciousness late night rambles lol.
    also this is just so good. the way it reads is amazing!


    3 months ago
  • V-Rose

    https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/189687/version/383602
    Here's the link to Chapter 17 of Death's Tales!


    3 months ago
  • elliem

    Wow. Those opening lines blew me away. Your imagery is so rich and powerful. I also love the lines "and she’ll dull in the waning light, for my lifebalm is life.
    with my vertebral ridges curving against the moon,
    i’ll cross-stitch my hand without moonlight"

    I love this poem! I agree with outoftheblue. :)


    3 months ago
  • outoftheblue

    your poetry is one of the few things keeping me on this site


    3 months ago
  • waxingcrescents

    You are such a talented writer! I love your gorgeous imagery and the characters clearly created in this poem. Your pictures are so sharp and vivid, which is so hard to do! I loved reading this. You're such a writing inspiration!


    3 months ago
  • Lights.B (#holidayvibes)

    Haha you footnote made me smile well anyway I love this poem! The way you described everything... I could actually picture it in my mind!


    3 months ago