C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

new poem

  • Cosmic Mother

    I claim you as my cosmic mother, with your chunky rosary and platform shoes, casting runes from the shadows edge, laying cards to part the dark,sipping at the flower’s root.  Something in me knows you, reaches to meet you in the astral where kingdoms are prized possessions, decorated with hard-earned pain-frames, medicine filled, and gold-plated for days.  We bite down on mystery… Read more

  • SAD AND SACRED

    Villains often come dressed as saints,know this and act accordingly.Leave neon arrows notched in signposts for fellow travelers,traversing the cosmos. It is okay to be sad and sacred,blooming out of spite,so seekers know the differencebetween gold and the lyingdust of pyrite. I can tell, you’ve never kneltby the crossroads at midnight,or carried the dirt of… Read more

  • EVERY GREEN THING

    when you lay me in the black earth, do not grieve for me –do not weep for me – know in the still of your heartthat the pine roots stretch to meet me. that every green thing sings my name, while the rivers rise with heavy rain, and you will see me once again, as… Read more

  • BIRD BABY WITHOUT A MOTHER

    I am a learning-thing.  Unpetaling flowers in late spring. Breaking my beak open for a love that isn’t coming.  Drunk on the greedy need. Cawing nightlong into the blue-black hollow of absence. Sipping on the scarlet azaleas. Pulling twine from the floorboards of fusty rooms left to dust.  Moon-faced on wishing. Your magpie-eyes only gaze wantingly at bursts of… Read more