The moon pounds her massage ball

The moon pounds
                    her massage ball;

night's neck and shoulders 
tight. 

It's been too many hours
        since I've had my last bite,

Red splotches 
                           on the sky walk 
advertise 
my lust to stalk great heights.

I cloak my vampiric hunger 
             in a lone 
                               streetlight.

d’Verse Poet’s Pub |Quadrille #208 – Undead to the World

44-words to include vampire, or some derivative. It’s been too long, friends.

37 responses to “The moon pounds her massage ball”

beth

love this

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, Beth. I recently purchased a lavender one of these. Works quite well on the feet.
  
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Ritish Sharma

This is hauntingly beautiful. Love the moon’s massage ball and your vampiric hunger.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Many thanks, Ritish. That massage ball is magical.
  
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MiamiMagus

Nice

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you. 🙏
  
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

It takes a lot of effort to get clean… this made me think of the vampire as a metaphor for an addiction.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Ooh, yes, well. Hunger feels a lot like addiction. Both the hunger for food and the control of not eating. Thanks for popping by and commenting, Björn . I’m trying to get back into a good writing time frame to enjoy the Poet’s Pub.
  
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ben Alexander

Katie, you really nailed the blend of eerie longing and dark imagery in this poem.

~David

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, David. The full moon commands attention, and I was so happy to join the d’Versians after so long a pause.
  
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  1. ben Alexander
    
    Welcome back!
    
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lifelessons

Love your imagery, Katie!

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thanks, Judy. I like this little casket of 44 words.
  
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John

Very nice! (i could use a massage).

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thanks, John. Ha, yes, me too. You’d think I’d be getting them on the regular here, but time being as it is, I’ve only had a foot massage since arriving.
  
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  1. John
    
    That sounds nice and tickly too! 🤭❤️
    
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  2. Katie Frances Hartless
    
    Ha. Yes, but after the stair-master city, it was pure bliss. 💜
    
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  3. John
    
    Got it. ☺️
    
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dorahak

From the opening lines’ tension to the last atmospheric declaration, Katie, you carry us into a world of “lust,” “hunger.” To me, there’s a pathos to the words, a sadness that the driving force of this existence is solely this craving.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  What a fabulous comment, Dora. Starvation and the frenzy of needing to be fed. It is a sad and scary existence, I imagine.
  
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Nicole Horlings

The hunger and need to hunt causing tension and stress in night’s muscles… that’s adds an intriguing physicality to the poem. Good poem, Katie!

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you so much, Nicole. I did like the idea of the super taut muscles whether in fear or alertness waiting for a nearby pulse.
  
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Kim of Glover Gardens

“Hauntingly lonely” is the mood this conjures for me. Well done.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you kindly, Kim. That may be a bit of my own emotions projected on to this city vamp. The enormity of this place it just automatically makes everything about my identity feel so small.
  
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Rob Kistner

I suppose a vampire might work wonders on a tight neck kitty… 😏😉

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Hehehe, indeed Rob. It’s funny that fear and the hunt both cause similar tautness in the body.
  
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msjadeli

Love the sensory flashes in this. Like something you happen upon by accident but are forever haunted by.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, Lisa. I think a chance encounter with something otherworldly has to leave a scar, even if we latter explain it all away.
  
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  1. msjadeli
    
    ❤
    
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kim881

I love your quadrille, Katie, especially ‘the moon pounds her massage ball’, the ‘red splotches on the sidewalk’, and ‘I cloak my vampiric hunger in a lone streetlight’.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you so much, Kim. People in the city always look paler under the streetlight. A perfect place for a vampire to hide in the open.
  
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  1. kim881
    
    You’re welcome, Katie. There don’t seem to be many vampires in rural Norfolk.
    
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ren

perfection! and now i want to dance with florence + the machine blaring in the background. ❤

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Yes. Thank you so much, ren. I did just that after posting.
  
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lesleyscoble

There is a wonderful dramatic atmosphere to your quadrille, Katie. I love it. 👏

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you kindly, Lesley. 44-word magic. It makes the best of some of my ideas, that’s for sure.
  
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Experience Film

“Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free
The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me”

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