Wolf’s Whispers

Stay a while.
Turn your face to the wind,
Close your eyes (that’s right) and listen.
Closely now, or you will not hear his call.
Can you hear?
Now, in the darkness of your heart.
See? A frost-clad figure, coming closer,
But be ware, for
If he sees you, you will know it.
You will feel the steel of his gaze,
You will feel his teeth,
His breath;
Blowing fetid on your nerves.
And you will remember.
Memories shining black,
Bared to the bone
Raw nerves flinching.
And scream.

But wait.
Stay a while.
Close your eyes (yes) and listen.
Can you hear his call?
Do not move.
Do not speak.
Or he will see you.
I will not say ‘do not be frightened’
For you should be.
So, do not let him see you.
Keep still, merely listening
And hear.
Hear not with your ears
But with the twin darkness in your heart,
Hear his song.



About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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One Response to WHISPERS (POEM)

  1. Barry says:

    I like this poem. Very evocative


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