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Puppeteer

Above the island
the moon is fully round these nights,
dripping light, succulent,
impossibly perfect.
But it’s not the wolves that howl here;
it’s the waves.
At the curl just offshore comes the low siren of them,
an organic sound building to a wail
as they break free at the shore.

Controlled,
commandeered by the moon
just as the wolves are.
She, all powerful in her sphere,
they, her pawns,
mere tools below
for her bidding.

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Always be a poet. Even in prose.
Charles Baudelaire.

In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]

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