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by Ling Ling 

Posted: 09 April 2004
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The gentle sound of night
Draws in to end my solitude.
An owl calls to its mate to
offer its presence to the darkness.

Deepest blue sky caresses the
earth like a blanket to it’s child.
Protecting and nurturing, aiding
peaceful sleep unto its restless form.

A flickering candle reflects it’s light
in my eye’s and awakens my senses
to the underworld which lies in the
chasm’s of hunger’s empty lair.

I hear you call, mourning my parting.
Watching you from the shadow’s,
I feel your pulse begin to quicken,
your restless heart is stirring.

Do I take you now love, or leave
you to remain in peaceful slumber.
Do I take away your sorrow, or
leave you once more to remember.

Once awoken to my eager embrace,
you begin to shudder at my kiss.
Fear not, for the curse of love-
left un-dead - rest in eternal hunger.

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Fearless at 21:28 on 09 April 2004  Report this post
I like the slow build-up and the dense, tightly-packed descriptions. This strikes me as a piece that shows you are expanding your lyrical ability, and I would encourage you to press on, and show us more of what you can do.


Ling Ling at 00:09 on 10 April 2004  Report this post
Thank you 'big bro' for your words of encouragement. I thought about this last night whilst the Owl's were calling outside my window. Spooky, but all so inspiring when left alone with my thoughts. I'm glad you picked up on the build up, which I tried to create.
Love Ling Ling x

Skeetr at 00:47 on 10 April 2004  Report this post
Ling Ling -- I agree with Fearless, the slow build and tight descriptions are highly effective; the night draws the speaker in, the speaker draws the reader in -- very seductive, darkly seductive.

Good stuff -- more, more, more,



But, of course, we must only expect good things from another to whom the Owl speaks... as Fearless always says, 'Write on'.

Ling Ling at 10:30 on 10 April 2004  Report this post
Thanks Skeetr

I am glad you liked it, and whenever the Owl speaks, I listen! On that note I will await my own next moment of inspiration.

Ling Ling x

roovacrag at 20:58 on 10 April 2004  Report this post
Love it,
It's gradual, takes its time and when it it reaches your soul.

Last stanza for me does it.

Once awoken to my eager embrace.
How can anyone top that.

Ling Ling at 22:12 on 10 April 2004  Report this post
Thanks Alice, really glad you liked it, I enjoyed writing it. Ling Ling x

miffle at 17:36 on 11 April 2004  Report this post
Ling Ling, a narrative poem with a Gothic atmosphere - Transylvannia, wolves, candles, owls, vampires... I like it. Have to admit that having seen the film and the title (and I hear that the chap playing Nosferatu didn't actually wear much make-up at all!) that I was looking for him in here and couldn't quite make out if he were the 'I' of the poem (?) Write on, Miffle ;-)

Ling Ling at 10:34 on 12 April 2004  Report this post
Thanks Miffle

I suppose it was more leaning towards the Bram Stoker version, but I couldn't really name it after that, so Nosferatu was a broader description of the subject matter, which seemed to work. Glad it spoke to you in gothic tones, and appreciate your comments.

Ling Ling x

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