Fullmooned headstones cast their shadows
on the leaves of seasons dying.
Eyes are silvered by the trembling moon;
With marble fists she’s not crying.
Across abandoned graveyard — footfalls;
strides he on gravel crunching;
she’s snaking from behind; he’s throttled
stilling craves she’s munching.
Moonlight by Edvard Munch
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Also linking this to Tuesday Platform at toads.
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December 4, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I think one craving just overrode anotherm
Dark one here, Bjorn, and I think that’s a sideline of yours. In the opening line do you mean fullmooned?
Yes… not easy when the spell checker said it was and error anyway 🙂
Excellent piece.
I like the possible hidden word “steals” in the title. (I see it, anyway. Maybe even “steels.”) I really love the word “fullmooned,” but all the more when you make it “fullmooned headstones,” or even just “fullmooned head.”
Beautiful:
“Eyes are silvered”
“With marble fists”
Great rhythm in this line: “strides he on gravel crunching”
I’m not sure, but you might be getting a little bit dirty at the end:
“she’s snaking from behind; he’s throttled
stilling craves she’s munching”
Oh, my. You had me at “fullmooned” as adjective. LOVE.
Love your rhyme here, too. Creepy stuff, this.
Creepy things have to rhyme
Either she’s eating him, or she’s eating him, if you know what I mean. I’m always talking to my husband about cemetery sex, so that might be tainting my reading. 😛
Ha.. yes there is definitely some eating… but I guess that he’s a corpse by then
A shiver down my spine….had to look behind me. At least her cravings have been stilled. …for now.
When you deal with carnivores… it’s a good thing to be the second best.
Absolutely!
Oh Bjorn, your poem has gone in such a different direction, dark and chilling! I lovve the ‘Fullmooned headstones’ and the ‘marble fists’,
The final lines have a touch of Poe.
We had full moon so that’s why,…
Love those first two lines…
Thank you… 🙂
Very descriptive
Maybe something to capture in a photo…
Well, I have in a way….just no autumn leaves visible see the second image here https://suejudd.com/2017/12/04/8419/
Nice and dark. I think of an innocent walking in the graveyard at night and….bam! He is now a vampire’s lunch. fullmooned headstones….yes they do glow don’t they? Nice and dark this is. Love the rhymes in this.
I had fun writing it.. somehow there is a dark humor in it…
The title sets the scene so rhythmically – almost expect something Shakesperean to follow but you gave us Poe
Poe is so fitting for the dark nights we have now.
The word crunching at the end makes me think this is rather tongue in cheek and not scary at all.
🙂 munching monsters is less scary than masticating maniacs.
Yup. There are some words that just don’t have a frightening ring. Munch is certainly one of them.
Yikes! And love this!
He was a bit chewy…
Female vampires (succubus) frighten me more than the males–strange that. You certainly can go dark in a flick, but then again my poem is about being eaten alive.
I thought about that… at least this lady throttles him before eating.
It reminded me of The silence of the lambs….
Oh that was scary.
Good reminder to avoid those graveyards.
I wonder if she uses steak sauce or ketchup?
Ha. I always find the dark ones rather fun, and nice pairing with the pic. She def has the look.
Fullmooned as an adjective is very cool.
I agree… there is humor in dark poetry sometimes.
The ending is sinister but love the initial opening lines with fullmooned and seasons dying ~ Perfect for the supermoon watch Bjorn ~
eerie and dark, Bjorn. But what a great image of gravel crunching under feet!
Eyes are silvered by the trembling moon;
With marble fists she’s not crying.
She perhaps has to play safe in the circumstances! She is not to risk antagonizing anyone!
Hank`
Or better to sneak up on innocent persons.
Jane’s right, munch is not a creepy word. I thought there was something gleeful about this poem. Dark, but fun.
I wrote it that way…. so that’s exactly the intention
Good! Glad I got it ☺️
That was a bit dark and scary. I am still trembling with its effects!
Macabre indeed.. and munching heads is really creepy!!
A shuddering scene. Well done (love your use of the art…I see the reason for her satisfaction now)
Luv your description of the head stones in Line 1, Bjorn
much love
Gave me a shiver!
With marbled fists shes not crying….makes me shudder!
Hey, I posted twice because the first time i accidentally put in last weeks. Dont know how to delete it!
This is so incredibly haunting! I can see her munching and feel the chill in the air! The idea of female vampires/succubus is frightening.. and I sometimes wonder if they exist in present times.
I did not expect the blood-curdling ending to this eerie description!
Eerie and scary!
The close made me smile. Poor lad!
Anna :o]
nice musicality and sound texture
the beginning: galloping over the those double syllables
“Fullmooned headstones cast their shadows…”
illuminates the movement of the running man
who “strides…on gravel crunching”
Dark and captivating it gave me the chills.
Love the first stanza, but not quite sure I get the second. Perhaps it’s the beautiful sunny day here that’s clouding my understanding.
I love that painting! It does evoke the shadows of gravestones…(K)
Fantastic verbing here. Every line throws me a lexical surprise as much as the unfolding of the scary tale.
I really love that first line! Such atmosphere in this poem (and the Munch painting, too).
We were both on the same wavelength with our crunch poems. 🙂