Lycanthrope…

woodsatnight
I can feel
The Eyes
of the forest Upon me

The Dryads
whisper My name
between the
branches of The Oaks

Singing their
swaying, groaning songs
From limb to Ancient Limb
I pay no heed
to their taunts
to draw Me away
from this place

My Spirit
belongs here
It knows these root tangles and brush piles

it knows the
stump where I sit
Where I carved
“INVICTUS”

I deconstruct
Myself
atom by atom, examine and reassemble

Can I find
the right sequence?
The right Order to
Restore My factory settings

My mind used to know
this litterfall
These Bramble-Thorn trails

I used to Hear
Her voice
speaking to Me
in the sun-dappled places

I could find her smile
in the fingered Rays of sunlight
cast upon the ground by the long-leaf pines

I could feel
The rise and fall
of Her breathing
as I lay slumbering against the ground

Smell Her perfume
as it haunts the air around
The sacred Hollow where Blue Jays argue over berries

I sit at the edge
of the underbrush
watching the moon
listening to Arboreal Night

Its arpeggios
crescendos
and diminuendo

and then
I heard a sound
Something I’d not heard
in all my years…

it was feral
Lupine
and full of anguished torture and bitter sorrow

and when I opened my eyes
I watched My voice
Floating away from Me in billowing steam
Rising to the Stars

and I understood
The sound was made
By My own Heart

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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31 Responses to Lycanthrope…

  1. Heartafire says:

    Blown away…you’re good!

  2. Rita says:

    Oh, Eric!! I’m with Holly. Takes my breath away. I want these in a book I can pick up and cherish ❤️

  3. Eric says:

    Oh Vic. I’m both honored and sorry to have started your monday like that. ❤ *hugs* thank you for being here.

  4. They’re right, your poetry always evokes such strong emotions. It’s always has slightly whimsical elements tempered by depth and poignancy.

  5. augustmacgregor says:

    Damn, this is good. You bring together the power of wildness and suffering from loss. Fantastically written, Eric.

  6. Lisa T says:

    WOW! I need to catch my breath!! WOW!

  7. Fantastic, as always, Eric! ♥ So moving….

  8. Purpleanais says:

    Gorgeous! And that ending…<3

  9. Damn! Amazing! So many great images/lines to love but this one made me forget the ones before it 🙂

    I watched My voice
    Floating away from Me in billowing steam
    Rising to the Stars

    • Eric says:

      Thanks, Kevin. Even as an adult I can still appreciate the fascination of blowing huge clouds of steam with your breath on a cold night.

      Thanks for being here!

  10. Read this one twice. Love it. Such beautiful images (and points for Dryads). 💗

  11. moonskittles says:

    It pricks my heart and makes me relieve that anguished voice departure.. so powerful!
    Hope you are well dear friend!

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