- "Canis lupus"
Late in the afternoon, I sat
pondering in the concrete forest;
My thoughts wandering through the
canopy, which was porous.
From my usual perch; I felt an
unusual, lure of an ancient, alluring chorus.
Nine voices singing, tones rising
and falling.
Nine times, I felt a drawing
towards their calling.
Nine instances of my trepidation
– stopping and stalling.
Like the tenth son, Sigmund, my
body hung (as if upon a rung);
And like that honey-smeared
descendant of the glorious Volsung,
By the tenth sun, from the mortal
modern bonds – I was sprung.
Thus, in elation, I called out to
the voices which spoke to me;
Desperate to have those spirits
accept my plea, commitment in each knee,
Saying: “Provide my soul with the
key, to unlock my mind, and set my spirit free”…
To this they, replied in, agree!
…Yet, they advised me, with a
warning serenade
That: “Prior to ascertaining the
next grade, you must first fade;
To have your conscious tried and
weighed, by an ancient shade” – this, they bade.
So, before I knew it, I felt my
attention dragged through a subconscious door.
I went past the threshold, of
past fragments, and into something – more;
Old creations, and notes – runes
reconstructed – grafted a fresh, new score.
I became the light, upwards, I
(or the surrounding images) sped;
Within a jumbled tunnel, of
sights and sounds, I traversed my head.
Abruptly, a flinch, a crash; and
I saw only onyx, believing I was dead…
…However, I felt my vision swirl,
in the endless streams of black.
I opened my eyes, at first, just cracked; and saw a sky’s
mirror, looking back.
Disconcerted, one view was
intact; a heavenly orb – I felt attract (a full Moon to be exact).
Patience, while I shall (poorly)
attempt to express:
The deceptive perfection,
The perfect deception,
I had seen (at that time) in the
strange wilderness.
Would – could – I describe the
(still blurred) wood!
(The bewitchment, causes the pens
voice to fail;
And any written portrayal, or
comparison, is pale)
Like the environment, nothing
illuminates where I stood.
As already stated, this area, was
enveloped in night
(Save a sliver of shimmering
silver light);
Therefore, to begin, could only
sense sound.
Distant waves created the
background;
Birch, Rowan, and Ash trees,
swaying – so slight.
I also heard an owl in, her
winged, flight.
Slowly, as my visual perception,
had just begun to adjust
(My nostrils listening to the
salty scent of the sea);
I noticed for the first time, the
outline of the forest, I would see.
On some Weird sylvan island, I
assumed I must be.
I attempted to deduce the
location (the where),
And felt an overwhelming amnesia
– no relief from scratching my hair.
After some time, I smelt smoke
pervading the air;
Already forgotten my purpose, so
I followed curiosity`s lust.
As I strode, a soft mist carpeted
every step.
By only scents of direction, I was led, ahead I
plowed;
As if, by a dread fervor, my form
was swept.
The occasional screech, of the
stalking owl, echoed aloud.
Her calls sliced, through the
overall silence,
And cut into my courage – my
intellect was in bitter defiance.
Regardless, the soles of my
confused feet lunched;
On the bunched up dried leaves,
which crunched – as toes munched.
Past Alder, Willow, and
Hawthorne, I struggled – to remember how I came
To this plane, still forgetting
all things – perplexed – my very name.
It was as if: some spying
presence, against this would-be poet, plotted.
I walked further forward; and
walls of fireflies, and insects, I swatted.
Eventually; the atmosphere, and
toasted, smoke grew thicker.
I pressed on, and felt my pulse,
and steps; both moving quicker.
I passed past lush flora, Oak,
Holly, Hazel and Evergreen;
Beyond bushels of bushes, Vine,
Ivy and the dikes in-between.
(Could I have recalled home, at
that exact moment,
A splendid metaphor would have
been evident – apparent:
This grove was the crossroads of
the world, on New Year’s Eve;
Before I go astray, through wild
congestion I strayed, and continued to proceed).
Among the trees, their outlining,
and fingers (which branched);
I followed the smell of cinder,
to where a heavy vapor danced.
I cautiously drew closer; and
noticed moonlight, joined another glow –
Among the crevices in branches,
trunks, and thickets was brilliant shining show!
Ambers, citrines, sphenes, and
rubies; shimmered, and flickered –
In my irises; the fire`s opal
hues blazed, glimmered, and stickered.
Nearer, and nearer, the clearing;
my ears heard logs crackling –
Clearer, and clearer, I was
nearing; I thought, I heard cackling.
“No…” I speculated, “…I`m fed up
of my mind playing tricks”!
“Though…” my flesh, in the
sticks, felt immersed in the river Styx.
“…Singing?” I noticed. I am unsure
of what music Ulysses detected;
But, I reckoned that, this
woman`s voice was: a sirens call – perfected.
My head, at that point in my
journey, was in a total jumble;
Like, when an excess of
punctuation, causes one to stumble.
I proceeded into a clearing,
exiting out of the tree-line.
There, under the white Moon, I
set my eyes on someone divine;
Next to the roaring fire, I saw a
gorgeous woman`s back – nude.
I turned the sight, and cleared
my throat, so as not to be rude.
Am I a man, and so; my chivalry,
by instinct, was easily betrayed –
And these optics, peripherally,
the sensually smooth body assayed.
In that instant, I felt as
though, I was the father of Aeneas;
Like Venus, this Goddess, was
elegant artistry – in a surplus.
The spirit of the fire danced, as
the air began to blow, playing out taps;
And, these mortal eyes glanced at
skin, as pure, as Olympus snow-caps.
Initially, she turned her head
and reveled her pristine profile;
Her nose was hooked, and yet, her
perfection was beyond denial.
Fresh blood, was the color of her
moistened lips.
A bottle neck, was the shape of
her barren hips.
Lapis lazuli’s sparkled,
gemstones were her eyes;
While, mine traced the contour of
her back, and thighs.
She subtly turned, completely,
towards me – a full frontal perspective;
I mimicked, as well, all shy
consideration – now shattered, and defective.
I was hypnotized by: the shapely
mountains, and curved valley of her earth.
My flesh and bone tingled,
invisible spiders, as I approached my full girth.
She began striding towards me
with, an entrancing, crescent grin;
Under her spell, to the forest,
all my adornments – were given.
The slim, champagne haired, deity
took my hand; and led me, to her love den.
This journey, and memory (even,
currently) is: that of the children of Hamelin.
I only remember: two together
embraced, naked, coiled, and intertwined.
In ecstasy our carnal natures
baked, bodies glistened soiled, and libidos were calcined.
Hands scratched and raked,
reproductive plunders were spoiled, and the flesh was combined.
Our passion-making went on for an
incalculable length – an eternity,
And though I felt only pure awe,
and pleasure externally;
A foreboding terror, an ominous
sense of error, filled each internal extremity.
I dismissed the cause, as that of
surprise, and our potions were further mixed.
Obsessed with coitus, my entire
essence was bound – to my master – transfixed;
Her legion of sutra tricks, her
horde of curious licks, and her power kept me affixed.
Each break, we would lay; and she
would play, grasping the haft.
On one occasion, my eyes grew
wide with fear, and trembling;
Like two crazed madmen, my optics
were opening, and resembling.
I felt (I would rather not say,
but) two feelings: her lust on the shaft,
And the thrust of her jaws, upon
my neck closing like jaws;
Her feasting on my throat,
created an echoing applause.
Unaware, at first, my first
reaction was that: of one blissfully daft.
It was not until, I noticed
crimson sweat upon my chest;
That I sprung up in horror,
realizing the trap of this fatal nest.
Her bite, had returned me to my
better senses, and the cave`s aura switches:
Bloodstained bones, cobwebbed
skulls, and splintered quills; lay in graves and ditches.
I wailed, the light became
incense, and she transformed into many serpentine witches.
I stood in a pit of snakes; she
stung me, with each repeated venomous addition.
My flesh rapidly swelled, my
muscles – atrophy; and my soul was in perdition.
I fled, propelled, and impelled –
solely by epinephrine, despite my poisoned condition.
I sprinted, but like a hare
through the forest, she gave chase.
In horror, I screamed out,
hopelessly – beyond any form of grace.
Running full speed, ahead;
beneath an Elder Tree, I noticed a space.
My eyelids were starting to
close, as I approached the only point of concealment.
I thought, I would reach the spot
without a dent, when my back felt an indent.
Bones shattered, blood vessels
burst, as her javelin hands puncture without relent.
It sounded like hail beating down
on the roof of an automobile;
Each new puncture, boiled and
spewed; fresh flesh, from the oven stuck with steel.
My gait as I approached the voids
gate, was spiraling like the twist of a citrus peel.
Sobbing, sweating profusely,
panting substantially, and throbbing in the hole I dove.
The depth was unexpected; and
scared, scarred, and desperate descending I drove.
I was Alice, in anguish as I kept
tumbling; aware and unaware downward my carcass would rove.
Upon reaching the root of the
root, the bottom of that curious chute;
I lay broken on the base, and
through cracked eyes, I noticed a short pathway.
The end of the channel appeared
to lead back to my body
Standing, although dying and
decaying; I hurried, feeling life left - stray.
I met, with one more test, one
last spectacle of pure insanity;
A resolute wind began to shoot,
trying to blow me back to, those in pursuit.
I heard the hags harrowing cries,
and fought the infernal wind, which continued to rise.
My eyes closed, and I fell again;
crawling, clawing towards the portal, before all hope dies.
In my heart, then I quit; but,
ahead, I heard the low verses of my nine nymph allies.
Through a final push of the
volition (I couldn`t hope to replicate), I gave my last breath to return.
Life from death, to my former
position; against the winds of hate, every fiber burned.
In one last gasping effort; the
foolish, frail Will revolved, and the spirit through (the door) returned.
Back into my normal reality I
fell (mentally spent, but unharmed) strengthened by what I learned.
I sat still, smiling; although
the meaning of the dreaming – I still struggle to discern.
Composed By: A.D.
