The summons




Hear our call!

Come journey
into dark.


Where those dead
seem closer.

And the live
more lost.


Sense furious spirits

Curse chasms
of extinction.


Feel your flesh

by some inhuman


Let us stalk

and empty.


Through echoing


grown stronger








(I created this piece on the same evening as Pale mistress.

Conceiving both as “Vampire poems.”

A similar mood recurred, decades later, when City night arrived in my head.

Yet the muse has deserted me, again, since it was written.)


Behind such works, lay youthful dreams of romantic adventure.
A painful time: when I adored women, with no idea how to attract them.

I remember a Bauhaus gig in 1979. Then wishing for a goth girlfriend.
(While feeling they had zero interest in me.)

One photograph from around those days is on the (May 2019) post A reject.


Due to illness, I’m even paler and thinner, now.
Though a bit old for studs or leather!

At least I can still wear black.

πŸ–€Β  πŸ™‚




Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it?

Were you ever part of a musical subculture?
Or drawn to a style connected with one?

Comments are always VERY welcome! πŸ™


Thank you
for reading.


( art / beauty / blog / drawing / goth / mental health / music / photography / poem / poems / poetry / reading / vampire / writing )


51 thoughts on “The summons”

      1. You are so very welcome Ken! Your drawing is so good and you should frame it and hang it up.
        Thank you for the heads up, I have not been on my email recently so I will go look for it. πŸ™‚ Hope you are keeping safe.

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    1. Thank you, Laura!

      I’m glad you like the drawing: it was done when I had just turned 16.

      It’s interesting to have your feedback:
      those lines were somewhat double edged, with positive/negative associations.

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      1. Hahahaha! I’ve been using that kind of language in my writings these last couple days so it’s spilling out. But yes, doing good, even if sometimes being misunderstood. How’s everything on your side?

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          1. That’s a struggle we all face, sometimes more than others, but I feel like you’re gonna make it. With all you’ve been through you’re still on this rock, can’t do that without strength πŸ€™πŸ’ͺ

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    1. Thank you, Ivana!🌞
      That is an interesting perception: no-one had used the word in connection with my work, before .
      (Sorry for this delayed response.)
      I hope you will visit again.πŸ™


  1. Interesting poem – compelling reading. You ask about music sub-culture. In my youth (a long time ago now) I was drawn to Northern Soul and even went to an all-nighter once with my boyfriend. Also liked Motown. Those sounds still get my foot tapping and a desire to dance that is not quite matched by my physique.

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  2. Woahh!!! You really write so beautifully. I can never write like this. Pure art. The way you weave the words into a alluded tale leaving only nuances and subtleties for the reader to decipher the meaning. And hence leaving a number of subjective representations depending on the reader’s perception. Woahhh. (I perceived this as a revolution anthem πŸ™ˆπŸ”₯)
    Also I am literally in love with your artwork. It’s truly enchanting. ✨

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    1. Thank you, for those wonderful compliments!✨
      Such positive reactions and perceptions are the sort of thing a creative person dreams about,
      yet rarely expects to occur.😊

      (Sorry, I can’t find your name anywhere on your blog, so far.)

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      1. Don’t thank me ! Its a treat to eyes and mind.
        Also yeah my name is Harshada πŸ™‚
        It was really nice to know about you, reallllyyyy inspired me.
        Have a nice dayyy!
        Lots of good vibes to youuu ✨🌠

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  3. Never to old for studs and leather!
    A friend packed up his late Aunt’s (died aged 87) house recently. Her friends, lots of chaps, asked could they come round and take some photos out of her albums. Of course he said yes. As he packed up he discovered some creative variation on on studs and leather. Apparently she stayed a Wild Child all her life!

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