This one is pretty hypnotic. Incantation in my head. It feels like a song to me, and that perhaps in the singing some kind of protection encloses the vulnerable mind.
You’ve got that great technique of yours with the bookended phrase. So, we, as readers, begin in the middle of the madness and become trapped in it too because we end where we began.
I love the way the repetition coupled with the formatting works like steps. The image in my head is that of some ancient stone temple. Those ones that were bought with/built with the blood and sweat of the often unwilling, but nevertheless compelled laborer.
And the poem moves on. With an urgency that makes me feel chased. And even the moon takes on a menace as it is the commander of those wolves. And the night itself is the minion of the many faces of madness. But, it’s not a madness of the unaware. More the unsettled. The reaching whose arms become barred from moving further to grasp the thing they need to harness the power of the wolves and moon for themselves.
I don’t know. I really like the gallop of this. Like a heartbeat set to take flight—seeking its equilibrium.
That the moon itself has doubts and fears here...well, the world as we know it is standing elsewhere and looking for a way out of the woods. But there’s no light.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thanks again for your great review, Eilis, am fairly certain that's exactly what I was thinking whe.. read morethanks again for your great review, Eilis, am fairly certain that's exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it, was a while ago it maybe some kind of incantation to keep the lonesome howling at bay
How the cover of darkness and the moon, to some, do not give comfort and a night of good night sleep. But just brings the beast to the door as your poem states. As that is the time your fears become reality and your mind finds no rest just suffers more from all your woes and struggles.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Indeed, dear Dawn, the night is usually a good friend of mine, but some times comes on like some mad.. read moreIndeed, dear Dawn, the night is usually a good friend of mine, but some times comes on like some mad, jealous ex lover, with a tear in eye and knife in hand,
Nightmares are the uncontrolable cries of our souls as they struggle with the conflict between Ego and Id. Wolves are a great metaphor and you use repitition to good effect, injecting a feeling of someone at the end of their tether as they stuggle with these images.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Once again thanks for your insightful, poetic views, you see deeper than me and my simple words,
interesting perspective on the moon my new found friend! the magickal, mythical qualities of wolves and moons as fears and doubts ... i see the moon and stars and have two very big dogs that compell me to be outside in the wee hours .. if the skies are clear we have many very bright moonshines on the forest trees .. i have always been inspired by the quiet and beauty as me puppies go about morning chores .. i think i will see it with a bit of and edge after reading "...of the Moon" ;) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
E.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Great review E. thanks, beware there is a super moon on the horizon
5 Years Ago
i live in the Ozarks of Arkansas and am continually amazed at how many very bright moons i see here .. read morei live in the Ozarks of Arkansas and am continually amazed at how many very bright moons i see here .. they aren't as close so are not "super" but they are just as bright it seems ... such a blessing .. this year is pretty special for super moons including that super blood wolf moon we had in January ... WOW!
something spooky and menacing about the moon even as its shine and shape is so beautiful.
It turns into other selves....and the wolves catch the scent of that other self and come howling...
slavering, as you say.
no doubts about this poem...it speaks volumes in its brevity.
j.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Cheers j., glad you liked it, soundtrack ;Howling Wolf, obviously,
Caged In An Animal's Mind
Caged in an animal's mind;
No wish to be more or else
Than I am; a smile and a grief
Of breath that thinks with its blood,
Yet straining despite; unsure
In my stir .. more..