sisters of the coal


ask the moonstone-girl about the other world

while her heart’s still in that rustproof iron

w h i s p e r

while the streets are still a red river,

apprehended in a jar

while the milk is still imprisoned

inside of cupid’s bow

ask her about that anointed chatter

in her interstellar slumber, mewling

like a gilded reliquary of jailed deities

radiating, grinning, breathing on the cosmic window

how do you tell the silverbell laughter

dangling in the nameless dark

s t o p, your gold perfume is too peeled

the lightning portrait in the hall

a triad keep of myth-children

b e w a r e, i smell your crimson

how do i tell this velvet stranger,

this primordial diamond cupping coal

that the overcast crypt survives

the bleary straggler lingers

to starve and skin her core

i want it to snow, too

but i can’t shake the world

words = samantha lucero 2016 ©
image = not mine.



  1. I’ve fallen in love with your work – literally – overnight. Vivid, enthusiastic and elegant wording that paints instead of sprays….thank you for sharing.

    1. thank you. i hope i can keep that up.

      1. No pressure eh? 🙂 Not even sure how I stumbled across your work, but I’ve enjoyed it immensely.

  2. Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Samantha Lucero

  3. Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.


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