By your true name (Day 68 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)
Every night, they come.
swift and beautiful, dancing
on dusk's shadowy wings.
If you look at the fading light,
you can see them streaking
like black, liquid daggers.
They devour the blood-sucking
masses that seem to be everywhere,
brainlessly bumping about.
I always see you most clearly
when you are with those mindless others,
like yourself—
And people are afraid of bats!
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Entry for Day 68 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by @d-pend.
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I make lots of dolls and other things. The bat I made for an October exhibition (along with many other dolls) a few years back -- he went to a great home.
You know, it's not that garland, or the bat doll that are the creepiest thing about that photo you use, but those obscene little dolls peeking at us, as if planning to come and hamstring us, and then cackle as they sing-song rhymes about stuffing us into the oven.
Anyway, it's interesting, since I know this piece is about mosquitos.
The metaphor layers go around here in circles.
"And people are afraid of bats!" And you can think then that what is to be feared are humans, the real "blood-sucking masses," or the mosquitos, which are much worse than bats, which only have a bad name, but rarely actually suck our blood, unlike those terrible mosquitos.
Insect bats in fact save us from some mosquitos. You need a grand old vampire to save you from psychic and emotional vampires, eh?
Though sadly, mosquitos do not discriminate, between the masses and the singular, the mindless and the thoughtful. They come to us all.
I used to be immune to mosquitos, until in my late teens my blood shifted and now they like me just fine.
I like the lyrical nature of the first two stanza, plenty of pretty lines.
"Dusk's shadowy wings" is closed to cliche, but it always flows well, and I always enjoy it. It earned its near-cliche status because it works.
"Swift and beautiful, dancing."
"Streaking like black, liquid daggers."
Hmmm.
Though you bare your own teeth in the penultimate stanza. And the contradiction fits. You can see them for who they are when they reveal their true nature, when they are mirrored in others.
P.S. I noticed starting from this poem you really start having fun with the tags, eh? "Your love is a drain" and "the real blood sucker"? :P In case anyone might've missed what the poem was really about, heh.
A bit too twee, though.
Love bats ... they are beautiful in flight and eat up all those nasty mosquitoes as your poem alludes. You have some pretty impressive ones down-under int the form of flying foxes. I was pretty amazed by them:)
Great poem, Mamadini:)
I Love bats so much. What sweeties they are… and oh so cute. That fact that they eat all the pest is just icing on the cake for me, and you know, great icing sometimes can make a cake. ;)
The best part if you ask me:)
I really love how you have described these beautiful creatures, I have a lot around where I live at the moment.
this vision you have created is beautiful x
Thank you kindly and it's nice to meet you. :)
Names hold power
Oh Sister, I love EN -- you are good with the musical comments. <3
:)
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