werewolf

8-29-20 WOLFSBANE (Aconitum napellus)

Harry Potter’s Wolfsbane used for lycanthropy
Personally, I use it for homeopathy
What better healing than a remedy
Derived from geochemistry
A little poison is actually therapy
And although people love or hate this specialty
I hoard meds of Aconitum napellus desperately
In this year of pain and disease that allegedly
Is not worth fighting independently

So I swallow Wolfsbane
For flu, virus, and pain
Purple-blue magical strain
Believe me, I’m not insane
Homeopathy works although arcane
And as I heal in the main
Extra insurance that I never became
A Werewolf of moonlight fame
Although as a dog-lover, they are my favorite monsters…

© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGES: Wolfsbane & some homeopathic meds

homeopathic meds

P’HABENGI RAT, CHERNOBYL STYLE (folksong work-in-progress)

 

Moonlit walk along the swamp

Dark pre-dawn

Dogs surrounding

A lone man

Silvery hair like mine

Tight black jeans

Hand stretched

Doggie demented howling ceased

Trotting away

Leaving me, unconcerned

Leaving me alone

With this handsome dream man

 

Says he:

I was born in the woods by Chernobyl

A healthy Canis lupus lupus

One day…so terrible…I wanted to pray

Sick for weeks

My family dead

I lived, though

And when the moon is full

I become a man

Pain-free radiation mutation

I am immortal

I lust for blood

But I lust for love, too

 

Found money and flew

To your safer country

Where the kind of food I crave

Is readily available

And no innocent is harmed

 

Tonight, I walk upright

In the comforting swamp

And here you are once again

After watching you for months

Day and night

Observing your kindness, beauty

And sadness

I want to make you happy

Will you be my eternal comrade?

 

Says I:

For a few days you are a man

But what of those phases

When the moon waxes and wanes

Who do you become?

No longer a maid

I have acquired wisdom

Leaping into lust

Maybe love

Is never what it seems

 

Says he:

I will join your pack

A silvery wolf I’ll be

Content and tame

Able to understand

Who I sometimes am

Yet by virtue of form

Unable to do what a man does

Until the orb waxes full

 

Think I:

This, after a lifetime

Devoid of love

Here I stand

Under a Hunter’s Moon

Silver wolf proposing to me

Alone and half dead anyway

Trust is impossible but

Come what may

I’ll live then die

No trace of me

 

Says I:

In honesty, I do not know you

Do not know if I will love you

But I am willing to try

Is there a way for me

To gain immortality?

 

Says he (as the moon moves closer to Earth):

Yes…

 

Says I (as the moon and stars shower flowers of sparks):

Yes…

 

TO BE CONTINUED, PERHAPS

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Chernobyl Wildlife Returns (no identification)