Lycanthrope – A Fragment

Lycanthrope   A Fragment short poem

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When distant chimes announce the midnight hour,
And full the milky moon hangs in the sky;
I hope to meet again your dan’rous power,
And pray this abstract love at last can die.

Each nearing step, each heavy, panting breath,
Excites, delights my eager beating heart;
Hoping that what creeps is approaching death,
Biting more ferociously than it barks.

I hope, my love, that you are hung’ring still,
And that your wolfish lusts are yet denied;
And with primeval frenzy, savage kill;
Two passions longing to be gratified.

Tamely I walk towards my wildest dreams,
Awake I ache, dreadless without a care;
The bloodless orb through leafless branches beams,
In shadows I walk, hoping that you’re there.

I make steps with heart and breathing quicker,
Praying that soon this pain within’s destroyed;
Two fluid fiery eyes that flicker,
Glare at me from out of a pitch black void. . .

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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