Lupus Luna

 

Lupus Luna

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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

  • collage above entitled “Lupus Luna” by: rob kistner © 2010
  • 11 thoughts on “Lupus Luna”

    1. 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

    2. i think you’ve captured well how the beast is slightly ashamed (unspeakable needs) but mostly seduced — and seductive. great descriptions!

    3. 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”.

    4. 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!

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