When I think of the name “Lucy,”
first I think of the character
from DRACULA, by Bram Stoker.
She died helplessly, cluelessly.
Then Lucy from PEANUTS—grumpy
but pure will, love her or hate her.
Finally, gone to her maker,
Lucy Gordon—model, beauty.
One is just words. One’s a drawing.
Lucy Gordon is memory,
made of whatever thoughts are made,
as real, now, as someone dreaming
or reading words, one more story
someone must choose to see displayed.
first I think of the character
from DRACULA, by Bram Stoker.
She died helplessly, cluelessly.
Then Lucy from PEANUTS—grumpy
but pure will, love her or hate her.
Finally, gone to her maker,
Lucy Gordon—model, beauty.
One is just words. One’s a drawing.
Lucy Gordon is memory,
made of whatever thoughts are made,
as real, now, as someone dreaming
or reading words, one more story
someone must choose to see displayed.
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Affannato
“Lucy Gordon”
Saving Lucy
Poor Lucy Falling To Pieces
Lucy Thought It Was Just Odd Dreams
“I Don’t Know Where She’s At”
Monsters—From Microsecond To Microsecond
A Name, A Face, An Interesting Construction
Miranda And Miranda And Miranda
Three Daisies
Mischa Barton, Mischa Barton
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