Without question, verse from the dark side of the moon, as I spend moments inside black, in contemplation with absence – in meditation with a question mark.
How do you deal with solitude?
The other day in the classroom, I stared at Morgan’s poetry, stapled among a sea of blue background paper.
There, a carefully cut hyena, with a few lines from his poem.
And then, this line – I am the slave of darkness. The rest emerged from my black pen…
Whereas, part one deals with such folklore creature, part two & three zoom in further into fur & animal print.
This triptych is entitled:Werewulf
With grateful thanks to Edwin Morgan’s Hyena.
1.
Late old English.
I am darkness,
I am the dark side of the blue,
I am so afraid of colours,
I am the killer of
purple,
crimson,
twilight –
I am the howler,
moon’s
hunter,
I am the sharp ivory fangs
I am the saliva heaver,
I am orange eyed inside black,
I am the hunchback of bleak lands,
where heather burns but never blooms;
I am manimal nocturnal,
the outsider with
chiselled
claws,
I am intruder in
your
dreams,
I am the slave in darkness
——-
2.
Wolverine
heavily built,
short-legged meat eater with
a long coat, brown in
colour,
winter-eyed,
bushy-tailed –
native to
tundra & forests,
Gulo gulo,
deep inside white.
———-
3.
dactylogram
an impression of five fingers
on a rock face,
heather,
icecap
or
fresh
snowflakes,
digital dream,
a signature left to
ponder,
dactylographic formula.
© Nat Hall 2014
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