watching clock time
hands on face
numbers roll
inhale
exhale
raggedly
visceral slowing
watching
candle flame lit
dispelling
a vampire in the ether
inhale
exhale
smoother now
deeper,
belly pushes hands
worries disintegrate
with the vampire’s
bad intentions
into naked time…
In a pool
a blood soaked moon
wolves feast
________
Wolf searches
in moonlight
bats chatter
________
Sleepy village
cock crows
murder
________
Muzzles buried
in rosy depths
a bird dreams
________
Wool caught
on brambles
wolves sleep bloodied
________
Red goo steams
on dark green grass
moon not yet full
________
Grey lights
glint owlishly
mouse tail remains
________
In the gloaming mist
fingers snaking through velvet
a nightjar screeching
________
Garden’s secret shadows
beneath the new moon
something slouches this way
_______
Invisibly
new moon rises
bats scream at the void
________
Twilight is falling, Vampira stirs in her carmine silk
coffin, nostrils flare scenting of attar of roses, she
stretches luxuriously stepping gracefully into the room.
She floats to the French windows throwing them open,
she bows very deeply to salute the rising moon.
Outside snowflakes dance in the crisp cold night air.
In the garden, the cawing of night jars rends the air
while the lawns glimmer from snow like shot silk
and filigree hazelnut hedges are kissed by the moon.
Her chivalrous paramour was returning tonight, she
waited joyously, her heart and the windows were open,
tonight there would be a masquerade ball in that very room.
Kasimir, singing the nightingale’s song swept into the room,
held Vampira tight in his arms, sucked in her scent on the air
arousing tender flames of desire, his heart was wide open.
Her gown was ethereal with stars sewn on midnight blue silk.
The chamber was almost ready, except for the chandeliers she
adored; a candlelight counterpoint to the beams of the moon.
The howls of wolves was carried on the wind while the moon
found gaps in the silver clouds. The butler came into the room
to announce that the hour had come for the masquerade. She
hastened to hall to greet all the creatures who loved night air.
The first to arrive were werewolves dressed in their finest silk
shirts. Vampira’s masquerade ball was now officially open.
Next were the Fae, who flew in the French windows still open;
fallen angels came in, floating ‘tween clouds framing the moon,
they greeted Vampira, their wise eyes shimmering like moire silk,
then came hundreds of pairs. doomed lovers who almost filled the room,
in a limbo of insatiable passion, their musk sucked up the air.
Looking at Kasimir, Vampira recalled how they stood at that brink, she
recoiled, thankful they seen each other instead. She
laughed gaily as Kashimir bowed and took her hand to open
the dance of night creatures whose chatter now filled the air.
Unnoticed they slipped out to hunt game under the moon
while the lovers cavorted in exhausted ecstasy in the room
so richly furnished with brocade, moire and thin tissue silk.
Kasimir took her hand, she looked at the setting moon.
The doors were still open, they stepped back to the room.
A soft wind, cleansing air, gently rustled the silk.
For Poetry Potluck – Jingle Poetry – Signs, Languages and Symbols
A meandering river swiftly flows
Beneath a medieval city keep
A chivalrous youth sits in sweet repose
A meandering river swiftly flows
In his hand a summer briar rose
Enchanted by the sun all creatures sleep
A meandering river swiftly flows
Beneath a medieval city keep
By an old church stands a stone wall
Clouds drift with a deceptive speed
On a tree stump she sat in thrall
By an old church stands a stone wall
On the wind she hears crows call
Looking for another place to feed
By an old church stands a stone wall
Clouds drift with a deceptive speed
@Amoz39 and I did some unpremeditated improvising the other night with Vampira – a somewhat melancholy dreamy vampire. Vampira can be dark and dangerous but has a very quirky side as well, a leftover from her human days.
Here are our tweets in haiku and gogyohka form (@Amoz39 is in blue, I am in dark red):
Vampira resting
a spring pool reflects the moon
but not her
Eerie music background
Vampira’s clothes
fell to the ground
as she steps
into a dark pool
Water warm and fresh
lapped at her marble smooth skin
Vampira smiled
Vampira sees me
luminous bottomless eyes
help me, I am lost
Vampira sees
a delicious strong man
she smiles with glee
Happy I am saved
Vampira goes for lean meats
I am full of fat
Vampira, sits by a small spring,
A new year to recall her dreams
Of journeys far and precious rings.
Vampira, sits by a small spring,
Nostalgic for white dragon wings,
Upon her cheeks scarlet tears stream.
Vampira, sits by a small spring,
A new year to recall her dreams.
For Jingle Poetry, Monday Potluck, Journey and the Road Ahead.
Vampira dreams
Of languorous summer days
That stretched forever
And adventures lasting eons
Between
sunrise and sunset;
Of soft warm air
Caressing her skin,
Of holding up her hands
And seeing parts transparent
Against the sun,
Of making rainbows
with the garden hose,
Of lying on her back
And seeing life inscribed
Beneath her eyelids
In orange, red and gold.
Dark is swift swallowing the sun.
Vampira climbs out of the dark tunnel,
Absently sucking on frogs
Playing outside in lily pad ponds
Between the lanes going north and south.
Ponderous heavy rain drops fall
Melting neon light pink, red and mauve
in mirrors on the slick road.
Mothlike Vampira flies to the lights.
She lands and picks her way
Between cars, chairs and bikes
on the sidewalk where people
sit cutting toenails, cooking, eating,
chatting and smoking,
wrapping the day up in stories.
The air is damp, fragrant
with particles transformed
in motor bike engines,
and wafts of chili, lemon, garlic,
coriander from cooking pots,
drying her throat, making her thirsty.
She sees a rat, carefully opens its jugular,
Sucks it dry then throws
the remains to a cat nearby.
Vampira smells despair,
a lonely lover in the park.
She strokes his face
With her cool marble hands
Transfixed he sees the face
Of his one true love.
Vampira kisses his lips,
She nuzzles his neck,
he groans thickly,
She bites ever so gently,
He draws her closer,
She bites harder piercing the skin,
Feeling the sweet blood
Pulse into her mouth.
She sucks rhythmically
in time with the beat
of his fading heart
While neon shines brightly.
Soft darkness descends
Charcoal clouds swirling by
Vampira stretches.
Crescent moon glows
Pale solar flares mirrored
Vampira hisses.
Silence between sounds
Raindrops feed the thirsty ground
Vampira listens.
Melancholy soul
Howls his despair at the storm
Vampira watches.
He hitches a rope
On a slippery elm bough
Vampira pounces.
Mesmerised he shakes
In the throes of pure ecstasy
Vampira drinks deep.
He devours her blood
Shatters into countless stars
He sees Vampira.
He transforms swiftly
Vampira soars to the moon
Escapes the Werewolf.
Marousia 