Across the land in silent thunder,
Speeds the pack over the tundra.
Their hackles high, I gaze with wonder,
Stone frozen by the spell I’m under.
Breath a savage language spoken,
heads held forward, pace unbroken.
I’m lost in awe, a civilised token,
Within my breast the beast is woken.
The deer runs swift toward the trees.
Scent is subtle as a butterfly sneeze.
Loping paws shrink the ground with ease
Fearful flesh an olfactory tease.
I will the pack to catch their prey
Wild me will see blood spill this day.
Civilised veneer has peeled away.
Black and white now shades of grey.
A man on a hill I stand and stare.
I smell fear sweat on the crystal air.
A brooding shape but I’m no longer there,
I’m the eye of the wolf and the lust’s lain bare.
A contest entry
- Go For The Gold/Rhymers by piccola.
500 points, ended August 31, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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An interesting take on the prompt, from the eyes of a man who looks out from the eyes of the wolves he's watching, who feels what they feel, senses what they sense. The ending is especially powerful. Good luck in the contest!
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i love the imagery. thanks for the entry and good luck
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Excellent and very vivid imagery within this well-penned composition --Flawless flow of the unforced rhyming verse!!
Very well done and a most enjoyable read!
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As far as I can read, this write has but one flaw. The 2nd from last stanza does not flow as smoothly as the rest. Perhaps I put the emphasis in the wrong place. It is a lovely read and I enjoyed it. Thank you for entering
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