the horned owl is camouflaged
and draped in bracken fronds
the camels chew the hellebore leaves
in sage and celadon thicket
the odour of chrysantemums burst
in the sweeping light of noon
the copper has turned green
the jade jar has been broken
a possessed witch howls in the black air
the exorcism of foul Bouda spirits is complete
imperial vampires of black abyssinian blood
are banished
and the werehyena weeps
its song of discontent
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Sunday, June 2, 2024
"INCANTATION AGAINST THOSE WHO CHANGE THEMSELVES INTO HYENAS" (work in progress)
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