Ian McArthur Poems

The arctic wolf that runs alone
Light on the frost, skin and bone
Lives by a melancholy tone
It has nothing softer than stone
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The Arctic wolf runs alone
soft on frost, its skin and bone
last of a family it has never known
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Imbalances in the brain
decide if we are made or sane
as we search for stimulation
let's dance about to inclination
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I can run
I can run
There is still time
I can run
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(Another WoW poem by the Troll, Swéll. If it helps clear any confusion - The apothecary that speaks is female, and Soggy's love is the Princess in Maraudon. Parodied Line for Line from T.S. Eliot's genius poem: Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock.)

'Let us go den, Soggs and I
Ta Waterfall dat sees no sky
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-but you'll never find love by waiting for it by the gentle stream
it'll drift by
you have to dive in
face the shocking cold
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(another rediscovered old poem of mine.)

Chaos rushing through day and night
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(Concrete poem)

This is ancient green land forged by fair-folk and plough
It has seen life sown and death touch the soil
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Between the hidden places, creeping
by on knowledge of the spaces no
light of day or light of sight will
cut through the thick and cozy grease
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Where is the boy you left behind
his hope and death no pity find
Inaugurbility, so blind
of twisted fate and shattered spine
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