Poetry

 

Here is some of my poetry work:

Will I Find You?

Crystal waters stir and bubble
To chase away fear and trouble. 
Fan the flames, make them high!
Surrender breath with a sigh.

I do not know if I can love so late,
I listened to my heart; I trusted Fate.
But oh, how I've been let down!
There is no air, just a way to drown.
Inside this box, I cannot hear a sound.

O Mighty Hekate, hear me true!
Give me a sign of what to do.
This path has betrayed me;
I am broken, can't you see?
There must be more that I can be!

Loneliness eats me up inside,
Every day, I feel like I've died.
This wasn't supposed to happen,
So many dreams when I was ten
Never blossomed, but still met their end.

O Mighty Hekate, lead me to a path
Where I won't face unnecessary wrath,
Or bear tears where I lay.
With torch in hand, lead me not astray.
Restore my hope for another day.

by Samantha Murphy (aka The Red Wolf/@theonlyredwolf) 

Ode to The Man

 

I

 

Contained, consumed by a vast black land,

Amid entanglements of green webs

Tended by metal monsters and hardened hands.

 

A frustrated feline upon the rooftops crept,

Seeking refuge in that solitary state,

As the squall came rolling, in silence wept.

 

Unfathomed, thought she, that that Godly Fate

Had left her as a foundling in fog

Searching for that one true mate.

 

Nightly escapes from masked pigs as dogs

Ran she as I and I as she,

Caught in the man’s net and he,

With seductive dark eyes, launched into his prologue.

 

II

 

Thou cast upon me a knightly gaze

Face of weather more than Male,

In thine eyes a sparkle of craze.

 

Feeling thy gentle hand brush back my veil,

Rushing water running through me,

I say, “With forked tongue, spin thy tale.”

 

“For thine eyes to see

Would reveal my world insane

With fear and loathing quite possibly.”

 

Thou, leaning in to explain,

delivers a searing kiss,

Like madness unknown, I push in vain.

 

The hurt passes, turned to bliss

as taste of liquid life

pours from my lips.

Thy touch pains me as would a knife,

But love thou, I do,

Heart, soul, blood of blue.

How I long to heal thy strife!

 

III

 

“Many centuries from thou I precede—

Shall I tell thee more?”

“Aye, dear Angel, I beg thee!”

 

“I can show thee Beauty’s gore.

Reveal the inner soul’s toil—

Know not me, for sure?”

 

“Nay, I know thee not from this mortal coil,”

Say I, “Thou hast me utterly beguiled.”

“Thence, my plan thou art powerless to foil!”

 

“Kind sir, thou art of manner wild!

If thou knowst me,

Then show mercy

And I will be thy servant unbridled.”

 

IV

 

“Fool of a woman!  Thou art to me already tied,

And as such, it shall stay

Until and beyond the day thou hast died.”

 

“Remember not my cold breath

Graced upon thy warm neck,

But with our melancholy love, recollect

That my name be Death.”

by Samantha Murphy (aka The Red Wolf/@theonlyredwolf) 

The Woman of the World

My shadow stretches beyond me

As I walk through the sands;

I can see the sun blaze

Through tears and sweat,

Feel the stinging,

The blistering,

The burning.

 

The nightmares haunt.

Every day is Halloween;

My Hound within hungers for blood,

For flesh that has done wrong.

We know where Evil lurks unseen.

 

“To be or not to be”

Is not the question for me.

My destiny was decided:

Two spirits entwined

In a corporeal cage

To serve and save humanity.

 

I knew the people,

Heard their voices,

Danced to their beat,

And became their Muse

To laugh and love

In their presence.

 

But darkness takes them away

When their clocks stop;

I sew patches onto my heart,

But blood leaks through.

Can anyone hold me?

Will anyone love me?

 

Hear the winds whisper

My names in History:

Red Wolf... Bad Wolf... Wolfina;

I wander the eternal plains of Life,

Forever with unfinished business...

by Samantha Murphy (aka The Red Wolf/@theonlyredwolf) 

*I was inspired by Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias."

The Death Ache

Doctor,

Slice me open!

Rid me of this endured sickness

Infecting the penetralia of my soul.

 

I worship the true musician

With locks of gold;

A god of treasured words.

He makes me retch.

Staring at the blue liquid,

I know,

I am trapped among ghosts.

 

My face is red, you ask.

It's from bloody tears.

The past is forever present

Only untouchable.

I hit the pane of glass by day.

Breaking through by night.

 

He says we will creep together.

He yearns for my love,

But he is deaf to my speech.

Oh, erase these ballads of woe swirling in my head!

 

My heart has bled a thousand times

From the razors and daggers of life.

A myriad of broken vows,

Murdered dreams.

Wrench it out, I beg you!

 

Saw off my blistered feet!

I don't wish to run after love.

A cruel wind

I cannot catch.

A beat

I fail to keep.

 

Take my spine!

It hurts from all the one-night stands.

Your wife would like a new necklace,

I'm sure.

Consider it a gift.

Forgive me!

I have inebriated organs.

Innate behavior to fill cavities,

Muffle screams.

 

Peel off my death mask!

You have my permission.

Doctor,

Hang it up.

by Samantha Murphy (aka The Red Wolf/@theonlyredwolf) 

Raw Madness

Blow, Wind, Blow!
For you don't know
That I’m already cold.

Even with your ferocity, North Wind,
You cannot make me shiver!

Howl, Wind, Howl!
For I shall mourn with you,
combining our frustrations.

Your Mistresses of East and West cannot seduce me
To quake in your presence!

Scream, Wind, Scream!
For I, too, bleed in agony.

Your shrill shrieks echo,
bouncing off the deafness in my ears.

Hit, Wind, Hit!
For I lay in shatters,
trodden upon.

Neither your might,
Nor that of your brothers can knock me down,
Into this great abyss I have fallen far!

Freeze, Wind, Freeze!
For my heart is encompassed in ice.

The four of you combined
cannot ravage my eaten soul.

Kill, Wind, Kill!
For I am dead in your embrace.

by Samantha Murphy (aka The Red Wolf/@theonlyredwolf)