one by one they camein the cold glow of the moonto howl at the night ******* Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenged poets with a prompt from Holly Lyn Walrath As she explains it here: Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely. I used the title from Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes book Women Who Run with the Wolves.
my skin only feelssinged from the flame, afterthe match is blown out
we wish forsunshine, but we fallasleep to rain
glossy 5×7
the moon waxes, wanes
burn the Yule log bright
I sense the change in the air almost too late. I inhale the scent of frost, decaying leaves, a distant fire and realize the sun has almost set. I quietly slip out my back door, away from my new wife and our little baby. Once I’m out of view of the neat row of houses I race towards the woods. I run until my breath is ragged and the last rays of sunlight fade among the trees. I crouch, hunched over, waiting, waiting, until the pain comes. It shoots down my spine, every vertebrae flexing, and spreads out to every extremity. I feel my back press against a tree limb that moments ago was several feet above me. My hands clench, toes curl, and I scream and scream until the screams finally become howls. cloaked in the blue cold the full moon illuminates an unraveling
Swedish sawdust
a veil of whisky
hushed whispers stolen
