odaxelagnia (how i learnt to love being bitten)

by Stuart Buck

Sunday 12th March 2017 4:20 pm

In tea leaves

Though I don’t drink

Tea

His head appears,

A warg,

Fenrir, a ward.

In salt in the sea

Like crystals he drops

Polyhedrons

Mirrors image

The wolf The wolf

Cry wolf

Throw fur around

A shoulder

A neck

Blood like

A pulse under

Creped skin

Bursts under

Pressure

From teeth

From fangs

In the grain

Of the floorboards I see

Him, The wolf

The wolf,

Could it be

That my mind

Is moon

And moon

Is my mind

Supine

In the

Clouds I see

The wolf

In the clouds

I see the wolf

Comments

Stu Buck

Tue 14th Mar 2017 00:43

thanks martin, it is doubly rewarding when you try something different and people enjoy it.

Martin Elder

Mon 13th Mar 2017 22:59

Its good to see that you haven't lost any of obvious daring for something new. I love the way that you are constantly experimenting. This works really well.
Excellent Stu

Stu Buck

Sun 12th Mar 2017 22:12

cheers all. i havent been able to get on here much lately, hence the spree of commenting followed by the hastily posted scrawlings, but its always lovely to come and see that a piece i have written has been enjoyed. makes it all worth while doesnt it?

there's a lot of eroticism in vampyr and werewolf mythology, from bathory right through to twilight, underworld etc. as a man who often enjoys the bitier side of love making, i can get on board with it to a certain extent. odaxelagnia was one of those random wiki pages i stumbled across while bored this evening and it just went from there, from obsession (seeing the wolf everywhere) through lust and a strange, abstract love.

no real thought behind the shape david, just wanted it to drip and drop, no clunky long lines.

like i said, thanks again, sorry i keep commenting only on your most recent works but i have technical problems mixed with a broader degree of stressful busyness than i usually find myself with. all very taxing im sure you'd agree.

raypool

Sun 12th Mar 2017 19:19

Superbly descriptive and invasive - a tearing sense and loss of reality encapsulated in great gothic tradition Stu. Fantastic in every respect.
Deep in such mythology are the dark superstitions and fears re-inforced by religious and sexual intrigue and suppression. Move over Sleepy Hollow.

Ray

elPintor

Sun 12th Mar 2017 18:21

Hi, Stu,

This is sparking thoughts going in all directions..most too cryptic and fragmented to address here. That's a cop out, I know, but it really is an absorbing piece of writing.

If I come up with anything more coherent, I'll let you know.

elP

Paul Waring

Sun 12th Mar 2017 17:43

I really enjoyed this Stu, I like the idea that it could read as being haunted by, or yearning to be bitten by, a wolf. And the repetition of wolf and other words works well.

Cheers,

Paul

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