For Drusilla

When stirred she howls,
vomiting delirium with
white foam on her pale poison lips.

“Does it matter if you die
if you never have been loved?”
She giggles as she tear the
heads from porcelain dolls.

She’s moonstruck sweet
and sticky with a madness
made from honey, cake and biscuits
bitter as last year’s brassica.

If you reach her wild nest
no rope can tie her down.
She will break you since she craves
a lover’s broken neck

Drusilla from Buffy the vampire slayer

A poem for Marley Raine’s wonderful list. I loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Also linking to Tuesday platform at toads

34 responses to “For Drusilla

  1. I think you really captured Drusilla in this poem, Björn with the “delirium,” “pale poison lips,” “sticky with a madness made from honey.” Several of her quirks embedded in there as well. I enjoyed it.

  2. I don’t recognize her. I’ll hunt down some clips; she looks (and sounds) kooky-adorable. 🙂

    I love the poem. Lots of fun; I’m so glad you played.

    These are my favorites:

    “When stirred she howls”

    “She giggles as she tear the
    heads from porcelain dolls.”

    “She’s moonstruck sweet
    and sticky with a madness
    made from honey”

    Great job!

  3. Alas, poor Drusilla! Yes, you capture her for sure. And it is indeed a wonderful list – how could you NOT think of her? (I love Buffy too, and still want to be her, possibly even more than I want to be Daenerys Targaryen.)

  4. I love the way you used the words, especially the incorporation of the rope and the nest, since they were words i had to leave out of mine.

    If you reach her wild nest
    no rope can tie her down.

  5. You’ve reminded me how much I miss Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Bjorn!
    And you’ve captured Drusilla’s essence in the lines:
    ‘She’s moonstruck sweet
    and sticky with a madness
    made from honey, cake and biscuits
    bitter as last year’s brassica’
    and
    ‘She will break you since she craves
    a lover’s broken neck’.

  6. I always felt sorry for Dru. Well, for the Dru before the madness and the hunger and the delirium. Is it terrible that I wish she finds a broken neck to love? Probably. But I don’t care.

    Love this, Bjorn.

  7. How much fun! I’ve been thinking of watching this series again… thanks for the reminder. Though I think this poem speaks on its own as well, darkly.

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