CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

 

 

Dedicated to S.B.P. -  for everything

 

And with thanks to W.S. for inspiration

 

 

 

These are

creatures of the

Night
that I

cannot

bear during

Daytime.

Day uncouth, arrogant Day

deigns no comfort for

their existence.
Only Night, demure

soft-speaking Night

broods them
to the fullness

of term.

For the rude,

intolerant brightness

of Day
shrieks at

their unnatural visage,
pushes them back

into the womb’s

abode.

Only night’s Moon

succours them
with its milky radiance,
the golden mead

of the Sun
being as though
vilest viper venom
to their young

tender mouths.

No birth pangs

accompany

their creation,
Fully-formed

they spring forth

with such hale vigour,

confidence
that I become

but an adjunct,

a pale copy

of their existence,
it is as if they are

the begetter

and I am but a helpless infant
devoid of all knowledge,

sapped of all

force.

Born with

no blood

nor nature’s yolk
they feast

on the nearest flesh
consuming voraciously

that of which they came,
devouring,

like hideous grubs,

their creator

from inside.

So eager are they

to leave their natal home,
they themselves

chew off

the life cord
that once

bound them to me,
My own offspring

made my

nemesis.

 

 

Reviews

Wow (btw, sorry for the delay),

This poem has vastness in its message.

These creatures could also be the consequence of any action we create, to which we can see its negative effects, but do not have the time and opportunity to stop it anymore, given that before we could think of aborting, it happened.

It can also mean an action we commit before we have the chance of stopping ourselves from committing it.

I like it, and as always, your fundamentals are great.

A wonderful piece.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

A good poem
Great job

[Luther]

superb write!
it has great flow and gusto.
i very much enjoyed reading it.
great descriptions.
great ideas.
thanks for sharing
xxx

[Annelise]

I absolutely adored this. It is scary and creepy at the same time. At first I found this style to be unusual for you, but as I read your mark became very present in the piece. It is well written and at times absolutely horrifying. You used such skill when writing this. Ah, my friend it has been too long since I read your work, now I have time to, winter break :).


So eager are they
to leave their natal home,
they themselves
chew off
the life cord
that once
bound them to me,
My own offspring
made my
nemesis.
This is the creepiest part, it begs for a sequel, hint hint.

[Toni Prehoda Kahler]

I sit thinking about this one. I first imagine "these" are dreams, perhaps, such powerful "offspring" of the night. But wider application seems appropriate as well. Day is "arrogant" and Night is "demure" and "soft speaking". Thoughts, actions, writings, musings, what is springing up from your inner world to become your worst enemy? What so like yourself, a part of yourself, overshadows you, destroys you?
I am intrigued by the images of birth, the womb, the Moon's milky radiance that succors,the umbilical cord. These images give deepest ideas.
As always, a pleasure to read and reflect on your work!

[David Lewis Paget]

And what exactly are these night creatures, Boris? Not your poems, I hope? Should I see an ugly, dishevilled poem come lurching into my neighborhood in the near future, do I send it home, or write a devastating review and return it post haste to Boris, marked: 'Do Not Open Til Christmas!'
I await your instructions.

[Scott H.]

I like how you divided this into two distinct halves. The imagery is murderously vivid. Excelletn!