My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me.
Tell me, where did you sleep last night?
Beneath the willow tree?
Its branches so lithe, so low.
Its lance shaped, feather-veined leaves
brushing sensuously across your bloodied mouth?
They warned me:
if she floats then she is not
a witch like we had thought.
But your incandescent eyes beckoned me,
consumed my rationality.
And I learned, you are so much more.
Blackened sky, host to full moon.
I am bereft. Abandoned again.
Shrieking howls from God knows where,
scream the undeniable truth.
How much longer can I endure
these monthly night terrors?
My lust lit afire by your smooth body,
entwined with mine so often at evensong.
But this I fear, left once again.
I am slowly going insane
knowing you have never been,
nor will you ever be, all mine.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe.
Melissa is hosting and sharing information about the late singer, song-writer, Kurt Cobain. She asks us to consider several of his songs and use one or more lines from them, within a poem we post today. Image generated on Bing Create.
“My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me.
Tell me, where did you sleep last night?”
From Where Did You Sleep Last Night? / Songwriter: Huddie Ledbetter
“If she floats then she is not
A witch like we had thought.”
From Serve the Servants / Songwriter: Kurt Cobain
lillian the home poet 
Oh.. this is so very dark and delicious and I love how well you weaved the lines from Nirvana into this story of the werewolf lust… made me think of a murder ballad actually.
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Thank you, Bjorn. I actually thought about dedicating this to you, given how many dark and monstrous poems you create! 🙂
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What a great picture to go along with your poem. They are both mesmerizing. “I am slowly going insane
knowing you have never been,
nor will you ever be, all mine.” I can feel the longing, the sadness, and terror.
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Glad you enjoyed, Melissa!
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I love where the prompt took you, Lill, and the delicious darkness of your poem, especially:
‘Its lance shaped, feather-veined leaves
brushing sensuously across your bloodied mouth’
and
‘Blackened sky, host to full moon.
I am bereft. Abandoned again.’
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Thank you, Kim. I must admit….after the pen kept moving across my journal’s page, and I finally quite writing…I was surprised where the prompt took me. The editing added more detail and voila – a werewolf poem! Crazy.
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The mystery of poetry…
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Love the image you and AI created, Lill, which goes so well with your rich, dark poetry, full of seething untold tales.
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So glad you enjoyed, Dora!
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OMG, You’ve tapped into one my favorite haunting Nirvana songs! And I like your closing lines
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Always happy to stumble into a favorite! 🙂
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This sends a chill through the veins! (Kerfe)
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I just ran over to look out the window to see if there was a full moon. Terrifying and haunting both at the same time.
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The frigid nature of this song. A venomous jealous hate captured so well in this expanded storyline.
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Dark and tasty Lil — I liked it.👍🏼🫶🏼✌🏼
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A masterpiece … the way you ‘effortlessly’ wove his lines in and out and in between yours. Brava, Lillian.
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This is really marvellous.
Sends me shivers down the back.
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This captures for me the threshold of relationship, the nearly but not. Love the werewolf subject, delightfully dark.
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