I was asked by a friend and follower to write a particular poem, a sonnet of two creatures who love the same boy but cannot find happiness. It was great fun to write, particularly adopting marine themes to describe the vampire’s anguish and vampiric devices for the merman’s.
The image is of Mont-Saint-Michel, a place which I return to in dreams: gothic and maritime.
Shipwrecked: destitute upon the strand,
Proud merman, drowning in a night of cares,
Watches the boy who only loves on land.
The vampire, shrouded in a sea of fears,
Meanwhile drinks deep a ruby glass of rue,
That cruelest wine: for, haunted in his tower,
He tastes the hunger for that same lad, too.
But the boy delights in every daylight hour,
A bright child of the sun: no deathlike shroud
Should hide his honeyed skin and petal smile.
No grave-like water holds his body, drowned.
So from the tower, and from the ocean’s hold
The pale duke cries salt tears, all the while;
The sea king wails a savage stream of blood.