Lucy sat out in the sun
In cold and clear September;
She modeled for us her new life,
I always will remember
The pride she wore upon her face
As she soaked in the rays;
Not knowing pills and Crystal Head
Would soon cut short her days.
The pride of Lucy, young and full
Of beauty and its power;
The sharpened razor blades, so cold,
That hacked to death
The flower
(“The Pride of Lucy” – 12-27-2015)
The pride of Lucy, young and full
Of beauty and its power;
The sharpened razor blades, so cold
That hacked to death
The flower.
I am amazed.!
Wonderful 🙂
Such soft rhymes for such a hard subject — very well done — and your choice to have 5 lines in the last stanza has a lot of impact. Thanks for a terrific poem 🙂
Thank you. I wanted it to feel like the girl I actually knew.
Poignant, tragic with enough detachment through the words to still feel the pain but also think.
Such a beauty! Words woven together to form magic. Loved it!