Chain me

Chain me —
cause soon the beaver moon
will spill its silver in my chamber
and curse my nightshade eyes
with crave and hunger

Chain me —
cause I can sense a yearning darkly
growing in my bones and marrow
My belly aches to bite your nape,
to rip your torso open. Yet still I’m sane,
   so…

Chain me —
‘fore the wolfblood fills my flesh
with lust for murder. Curse that orb
transforming fingernails to claws.
Curse these teeth and bristly fur.

Chain me —
leave me howling in my hatred
leave me thirsty, leave me to my hunger.
Cause when morning breaks I’ll bless
your firmness with my illness.

Chain me to the curse of moonlight
   chain me if you love me,
      chain me if you hate me,
         chain me …

Werewolf by Andre Masson

Today it’s halloween and I will host Poetics at dVerse, and of course we should write about monsters. The twist is that you have to give the voice to the monster. Let’s share some potions at the bar and join us at 8 PM CET. (3PM EST)

October 31, 2017

37 responses to “Chain me

  1. That “beaver moon” cracks me up, every time. 🙂

    Insanely good:

    “will spill its silver in my chamber
    and curse my nightshade eyes”

    “My belly aches to bite your nape,
    to rip your torso open.”

    Awesome line break:

    “Cause when morning breaks I’ll bless (be less)”

  2. Oh yum-yum, an excellent tale indeed, full of passion and urgency – love it. love it, love it!
    Is it about you…? :o]
    Anna :o]

  3. A very new perspective to the voice of the monster. makes me think why do we hate them? It is their nature to be vile, just like humans ought to be nice. But we always look monster down, but aren’t we too the monsters then?

  4. I love the repetition of ‘Chain me’. It starts off pleading and then becomes more and more desperate. I also love the beaver moon, the nightshade eyes, the wolfblood, and the transformation stanza by stanza. It makes me howl with pleasure, Bjorn!

  5. There is such a deep sadness in the heart of a soul terrified by the monster within. Hope someone gives the speaker what it wants, hope that the want is the same as the need, hope the blood doesn’t wolf madly and hungrily.

  6. Ah – the voice of the monster. Interesting companion to my entry.
    Have you read Grendel, by John Gardner?

    namaste
    JzB

  7. oh yeah!!! Blame it on the moon

    ” Curse that orb
    transforming fingernails to claws.
    Curse these teeth and bristly fur.”

    Good job Bjorn
    much love…

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