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wolf moon hangs heavy
in the damp night sky
I feel its powerful tug
bulbous moist pearl
rolling in a cold chromium fog
forging my steely urges
hardening my unspeakable needs
wet slivers of cloud
smear themselves across its face
irregular
dappling my perverse metamorphosis
translucent sacks of moonbeams
glide the blue black sky
breathing
the hoarse breath of the beast
festers a howl
rumbling deep in my throat
in the heavens
glassine billowing pillows
oozing
soaked with midnight
stars float and spark
glinting
dripping
shivering
as I shudder
in dread of this witching hour
engorged with unearthly power
frozen splintered crystal tips
diamond chips
pinprick rips in blackened space
piercing
white hot
my ungodly eyes
seared with bloodlust
probing
hunting
stars wink and wane
and glisten
shattered bits of silvered light
snapping here then not
behind the ghostly white vapor
that slithers through the firmament
I slink the midnight mists
eternally cursed
driven by a horrible hunger
the world
devoid of color
aglow in sterling grey
a negative of day
thick and chilled
filled with the sound
of stalking
after-dark things
abominations of nocturne
in this sorrowing hour
to lay bare your soul
in periled introspection
in grief of secrets
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rob kistner © 2010
This is one to be heard aloud.
Rob, this is your best yet! Gorgeously revoltingly scary and full of wonderful words and images, not to forget your skill with rhyme and rhythm.!
I hope the shoulder has recovered its normal mobility – it looks like it from this poem.
ViV
Fantastic – now I’m scared of the dark all over again!
Whew, this brings fear to my heart. I am glad I am reading it in the daytime and hope I will forget it by night…this reminds me of when I was a child and used to watch werewolf movies sitting with a blanket to cover my head during the scary parts! Good writing
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i think you’ve captured well how the beast is slightly ashamed (unspeakable needs) but mostly seduced — and seductive. great descriptions!
wonderful imagery Rob!
Pamela
Ooh, I really like spooky! (Had you just finished watching the new Wolfman movie?) I love your many descriptions of the moon, you were able to bring it to a type of “life”.
Another man that loves the dark! I love your words and images. I mean mental images, as well as your wolf image. Great writing!
Ah, the poor wolves. Perhaps next week a love song for them?
Thanks! It’s almost midnight, and I make it here to your lair…filled with lunar madness. Wonderful, and I agree — this is a read-aloud poem to savor. Thanks, Rob!
Wow – I don’t think I’ll join you on this adventure. I loved the brutal words in this piece.