Just for a change ~ a poem which grew before the midnight hour. It feels just a little strange but sometimes that is the best feeling for some of my poems. Lines grew from the Wolf watching line and from the idea that a wolf was indeed walking the streets in darkness.
Wolf Night - 29 Mar 13
Breath ~ fine wisps
Wrapped around the lamps
Wolf watching
Softly padding through
Streets of dark night
Eyeless shades watching
A hand of shadow
Reaching cross the rift
Asking to take
A maiden’s kiss
Back to the place
Where he is held
Wolf guard
Aware of hidden places
Times of otherness
When both sides of the veil
Touch and blur distinctions
Wolf ~ Maiden ~ Man
Muse said "You aren't really watching that DVD ~ why don't you write about the Wolf watching?"
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happy your Muse interrupted ~ you could always go back to the DVD.
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the final verse brings it all together so well.
exquisitely written!
So glad you liked this poem dani ♥ thank you for your wonderful comments ♥
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