come this solstice night
& follow me dark river
nadir kissed & ragged lips
under her lacuna moon
come this solstice night
& twist shadow at murder
cross silver ashen pale
to carry her winter words
come this solstice night
we stand stone whores with
blood marked cheeks
under her lacuna moon
under her lacuna moon
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5 responses to “under her lacuna moon”
Striking imagery — the repetition feels incantatory, like a ritual being called into being. The ‘lacuna moon’ especially lingers.
Thanks Jenn. The feel of an incantation is intentional. Thanks for noticing 💕
It’s my pleasure, Michael, always 💕 I hope you’re well tonight.
I’ve a bit of a head cold, but I’ll survive 🤧. Thanks and I hope you’re well yourself. Sweet dreams!
Oh I hate those! I hope you feel better soon! I’m well, thank you 🥰 rest up! Sweet dreams too!
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