Howl
“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.” — Richard Siken, Scheherazade
tell me a tale. just one more.
draw out a new epic in your mind to limn
for me and gulf the mire that owns you
with a wave not shed from my eyes.
but tone down all the blue this time.
add a hint of gold,
a dash of hot pink, or teal, or jade,
any rich hue to lure the gaze away
from damp soil, a name cut into gray slab,
and a vase of iris set to wilt—
a gift less for you,
and more to calm the soul who left it
in lieu of an obol to help you rest.
—
wake up and tell me a tale
that ends with no void to fill.
any tale, even one that hits home,
hits hard and digs deep,
into the skin, down to the bone,
like the wolf trap that bit my shin
when we ran past the edge of the wood,
too high on life to mind each step,
too numb to pain to pace with care,
fast feet apt to trip.
—
tell me a tale but omit the end
so its jaws won’t snap shut on the last leg
of our trek. this time i can’t
limp home with your arm to lean on.
—
toss me a line
from any poem, any myth,
any word from your lips
to lug me out of this rift,
or i’ll claw my way in to join you.
take me back to that wood
the same way you took me out
when a gash from sole to calf
tore my grin into a howl.
a firm palm on my back, a soft tone
to curb any fear, of the rust,
of the shot: your “i’m here,
you can make it, don’t fret.
it’ll scab. it’ll heal.
so what if you have a scar?
wear it as a sign of your grit,
like a hero, like a god.
you know who else has a scar on his heel?”
you wove each myth into a cast,
a vial to heal the ache,
to hush the wyrm of pain
that got cozy in my core,
its low hiss soon to be lost by the veil of your lilt.
—
let’s make a deal.
i’ll try my hand at your art and tell this tale,
then you show me how it’s done.
i’ll spin a saga and you lay out the lore,
fill in the gaps, but don’t tell me the end.
—
this one’s set in the wood, by the old red oak
who knit us cots in the soil out of root and bark.
we’d lie in the dirt and peer past its arms at a dead sky.
not one star,
not one spot of fire
to defy the cold, vast void.
just the lone moon, a pale bow in the dusk:
like a ship you’d fold from a note card
then set it free to sail in a sea of ink.
a thin ship with a weak hull,
wary of its fate to sink.
a glum moon in a drab sky,
wary of its fate to wane
as it’s dyed into a new moon.
as it dies with a new moon in its wake.
but it’s keen to dive into the ink,
and feel it seep into each nook,
keen to swim and soak it up fast
to get the end over with.
for once, the moon won’t have a solo to sing,
for once, it won’t have to be all on its own.
—
i said i’d tell a tale, not that it’d be mine.
you own this one. it’s you who’s the bard.
i kept each word you ever said in my head
so that i can’t bury it with you.
About the Creator
Daniel Okulov
part-time writer. full-time neurotic. semi-reclusive goblin.
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Comments (20)
Beautiful
This was beautiful and a wonderful read! So lyrical - absolutely deserved top story!
just WOW!. congratulations on top story!
Magnificent!!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!❤️❤️💕
Exceptional. Congratulations on a well deserved top story that must be in the frame for the win! 👏👏👏
In Stratford-upon-Avon, a Bard smiled in his forever sleep. Well done. Congrats.
Superb poetry, you definitely earned a subscriber.
It's you, that's the bard...sing us a tale! Great job. Congrats on the top story
liked this very much i appreciate this!
This is so beautiful and heart-wrenching. Raw, guttural, and very symbolic with masterful metaphors and imagery. Thank you so much for sharing. You got a follower out of me!!
Congratulations! I liked this very much.
Oh my. This is just beautiful. Congrats on the TS
Congratulations on your Top Story❤️💯🎉
Truly outstanding work. Congratulations!
Yes! Congrats on Top Story, Daniel! ❤️❤️❤️
Those ending lines are spectacular 🌟👏💕 Excellent writing! Congrats on top story
This is breathtaking. There were too many marvellous lines to pick out my favourite. If this is for the Short and Sweet Challenge I hope it wins. It definitely deserves it
Richard Siken is one of my absolute favorite poets, and this poem does him justice. Humongous accomplishment on this piece, Daniel.
wow!
This is absolutely superb. The diction, the parallelism, the wordplay. And your subject is breathtakingly GORGEOUS. I can't get over that part where "you" comforts the speaker by comparing him to Achilles (but you don't say that, no, no). Honestly, I was hooked at the subtitle--LOVE Scheherazade and you delivered beyond expectations on that quote. I think my favorite lines are: "as it’s dyed into a new moon. as it dies with a new moon in its wake." The wordplay and parallelism here are just too cool. And they don't stand out as weird or tacky, either. The stanza these are in is probably my favorite due to the repeated words and slant/internal rhymes throughout. "i kept each word you ever said in my head so that i can’t bury it with you." Goddamn, that is an incredible phrase, a poem in and of itself. You left me feeling like love such as this is the epitome. I want to ask "how dare you??" but instead I feel like congratulating you. Well done, sir. And you used words I hadn't ever heard of to great effect (namely, "limn" and "obol"). Seriously, Daniel, if this doesn't win, I will be flabbergasted. Holy sh*t. 😱🤯🫠 PS: I'm nominating this for a Top Story.