Sunday, July 12, 2015

Here In The Forest Dark And Deep





picture source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/375909900125117494/



“Mercy, have mercy! My soul is tearing through the wilderness
and howling with the wolf who is my constant shadow.
Whom I track with unbridled vigour for I can feel his scrutiny
focussed on the object he knows will bow down, acquiesce to his bidding,
who with his scent will feel my smile of lust on his skin.
He is pushing me to the boundary, he is drawing me to the edge…”

His eyes flash an implicit pledge, as he watches her from the edge of the trees
that marks the division of our sins.
 




13 comments:

  1. You blow my mind. You are moving swiftly to the top of my favorite-poets list.

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  2. That's great. Like your poetry as it gets my mind ticking over.

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  3. I can feel the tension building in these words. A remarkable poem.

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  4. Shadow this is excellent and lusty and all the right things that push beyond the edges. Hope you are doing well - Hugs

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  5. You caught the raw essence. Wonderfully described.

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  6. Hello from the land of wolves and bear and moose ... and welcome ... smiles ... Love, cat.

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  7. Young lasses should never wear red riding hoods out in bad areas.

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  8. Looks to me that our wolf is hungry for a full meal; and resisting him makes no sense. If our wolf is that hungry, he can't survive long, or can he? A nice tension here, between reason and desire, between the here and now, and the possible future.

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  9. Only poetry and music can capture the many nuanced feelings we experience at any moment.

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  10. What a dance between the predator and the prey, or each taking their turns in those roles. The tree line marking the edge or division of our sins is an interesting line - Into the Woods, you know

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  11. what is the difference between and old wolf and an old dog? Their vision is failing and their teeth are less sharp. As long as what his decreasing power of smell is your lust upon him, the puppy always returns to the den.

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  12. Don't know how you conjure up such visions and motion in words. And you've chosen a superb picture too. xx

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  13. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay this sownds like a rather skarry forrest i think i wil just stay on the sofa ware it is sayf!!! ok bye

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