The Wolf Poems
February 23rd 2007 03:35
I have a lot of work that means a lot to me. My novels in process, short stories, paintings, sketches, and major masterpieces. I also have a series of six fantasy books, my ultimate work, which has been in process since I was about 14. Creating an entire world is hard! Creating characters, time frames, and a flow of time for the entire planet is even harder! The story itself was the easy part, one of those stories that could go on forever, I just need to arrange the setting.
But I also have hidden works, things that I NEVER intended to see the light of day. 'Icy Goddess' is one of these. I have so many hidden folders now its a given that someone will find them! Its funny how I always reach a new point in my 'dark side' and say, "gosh, better not let anyone find that!" and bury it as deep as I can, only to push the old stuff up.
The wolf poems are something old pushed up. They start at about 15 years old, and are still going now. I'd like to start you at the beginning and go to the end, but I think you'd all go insane with me, so I'll start with something fairly simple shall I? Its funny how the titles of them evolved without my notice, the original was 'Wolves', meant to be a parody of human/animal emotion, and quickly evolved into a venting experience. A funny one was when I wrote "She Wolf, The Way" only to realize the poem before it was called "Looking for the way"
I will try and keep time order. Since I dont date my work, that might be hard, but they are filed in a sort of time order. I shall start you at the time I met my man, my soon to be husband, in 2001. This poem dealt with meeting him, and some other funny characters....
I should warn you, my man and I did not start off in a traditional relationship. We were players when we met, and I do mean players.
She Wolf - Revelations
The She Wolf crosses dark landscapes,
encased in a funky adventure.
She watches, entranced,
bewitched.
The He Wolf, dark and tall
eyes like a hypnotic cracked mirror.
He takes her, he ravishes her
she begs for more.
He trots off into the day,
free, immortal, made of glass,
she watches,
a dark wave in her heart.
Her Tan He Wolf
strong and brutal,
breaks.
Professes love.
She Wolf raises her tail in the air
and trots off. Aloof, indifferent
And seeks a new scent.
One dark.
She takes a new lover,
young and dark and virile,
And decides to play awhile.
Cos the one tall and dark
with the maniac eyes
unleashed a dark flood,
the flood of her soul
the darkness in her blood.
Now, with these revelations,
burning in her eyes,
how can she remain still?
Nose to the wind,
She Wolf scents
She hunts
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Comment by Wendi
Of everything I've read of yours to date, I do believe this wolf poem is my favorite.
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