Lucy Fell
Lucy got caught in the rain.
She tripped on her silence.
She scraped her knee.
They stole her sparkle
In the place between
Realms of vanilla and cinnamon
Where the moon blinks and watches
Like a celestial eyeball.
Lucy Delight
She is growing transparent and thin.
I can still see her spark
Her gleam in dim silhouette
But only underneath the ivy
That twisted itself round her wrists
While she was sleeping in the meadow.
Lucy Vagabond
She lost her lamp.
She has forgotten resplendent.
She has forgotten to seek dulcet.
When she falls, she will prowl.
She will crawl in shades of orange.
She will have an insatiable thirst.
The sun will be irate that she even exists.
She will be in an eternal tete-a-tete
With shadows and ghosts.
Lucy Fairie Queen
Enchanting as the dawn enlightened
Even in her blindness.
Even with the scars on her back.
She thinks in palmary brilliance
About the memory of how to leap.
Copyright © Shannon Hilson | Year Posted 2005
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