Blood
By onemorething
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A fellowship of twilight
is gloomed for night until
flung to air on skin stretched taut
across long fingers made wing,
to follow songs of navigation
in ping and click
for a belly of blood when
the earth is lit by infrared.
Each hybrid hangs in hollows,
roosted to stone that speaks
in nocturnal incantations
of the wintered half a year,
urges to feed and bloat,
to feast on fear of a fang's sharp
incision: the decline
to a choleraic pallor. The terrors
of a mutation of senses
to heat and echolocation -
to lose the naming of things,
to become a creature
that has consumed the sun.
A vampire bat finds the vein
for the dormancy of day
to thin, to begin again
in a universe of inversions
where some of us travel
in the darkness.
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Are vampire bats actual
Are vampire bats actual things? Bats always remind me of family summer holidays in the South of France when, at twilight, the bats would appear, flitting between the trees. Dad always said it was the mosquitoes, after the alcohol in his blood, that bit him. But perhaps, after all, it was those bats.
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Worthy
A worthy tribute to a wonderful creature
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'A vampire bat finds the vein
'A vampire bat finds the vein for the dormancy of day to thin...'- what a brilliant image! They're so fascinating, and such versatile creatures.
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What a line!!! "feast of fear
What a line!!! "feast of fear on a fang's sharp" WOW
your wonderful poems coming in a whoosh, now :0)
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Yes yes yes to this poem!
Yes yes yes to this poem!
Perfect for this season.
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