Howling.
Primitive.
Animal
howl.
Dark
deep
night time
growl.
Primitive.
Afraid.
Unknowing.
Baying
at the
moon afraid.
Modernity,
primitive.
Misconception.
Night time
dark still.
Dancing
around.
Fire roaring.
Still.
Sparks soaring.
Night blending.
Mixing
with the
heavens.
Beating,
pounding
deep
inside.
As it
began.
The beast
resides.
Still!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
That beast will always be there John.
Andy
Hi Andy, thank you for reading. You’re a music man so you might find this interesting. The woman in the picture is the female voice of a European group called Heilung. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heilung.
If you’re interested check them out on YouTube.
JP
Thank you John. I have just had a quick look at that group and will have to delve deeper into their music, they sound intriguing, thank you for telling me about them.
Andy
Lots of primal grunts and howls as it’s what they’re reflecting in runic poetry.
Her voice however I found enchanting.
ahh, its a coin flip
were those Celtic, worshipping
practices
of abhorrent sacrifices
and other horrid atrocities, true?
or was it just, Roman propaganda
warping history
like all of antiquity's victorious armies
thought it, as their divine right to do..
'If you're not hurting, anyone
howl away at the moon
be at one with your wolf, side
just - you know...
not after midnight or within earshot
of my bedroom window..
please, and thank you'
lol
(I found this to be a fun read
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
As always thank you LBM
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