One: She Beckons Me Come

September 25, 2011 at 8:06 pm · Filed under Poems, Weird stuff ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/, life, story, werewolves, wolf and moon, wolves, writer

I’ve mentioned my fascination with wolves before; I’ve been intrigued by them since I was a child, and later in life the interest grew to include the mythological werewolf. In the late nineteen-nineties I stumbled upon the writings of Robert McCammon, and was immediately captivated by his talented representations of the sometimes man- sometimes wolf creature; he has a way of making them seem real and believable.

Changed

One: She Beckons Me Come

 

Alone, confused, and dazed

On my belly beside a stream

Water gurgles its way to the river

Rippling face stares back at me

 

Cupping my hands, I drink

The change begins to take place

Teeth grow large, face extends

Ancient heart begins to race

 

Bones crackle and muscles ripple

Smooth skin becomes hair covered hide

Gasping as pain overcomes me

I turn slowly and lay on my side

 

Sight dims, I swoon and faint

Then cower in a lair dark and deep

Mind dull and filled with nothing

I awake then and leap to my feet

 

Growling, I run with abandon

Wind rushing through gray-black fur

I crash through the stream then trees

Not knowing, but running to her

 

Her calls echo deep in the forest

Mournful, a sirens’ song sound

She beckons me come to her side

I stumble then roll ‘cross the ground

 

Whimpering, I struggle to rise

Bewildered, I cannot stand

Forefeet snap and burn

And quickly turn into hands

 

I groan, half human, half beast

Thrashing and fighting the change

In my mind, quick spiraling down

Once again, body roaring with pain

 

Awake now, in silent black forest

Lost, and naked, and cold

Glowing, eyes watch from a distance

Blink once… and then she is gone

 

Copyright © C. Mashburn 1999

 

See the rest of the series and other wolf poems by clicking here —> Changed ~ The series

Sharing this with mindlovemisery on her Prompt 11 – Literary Idols. She’s asked us to write something that was inspired by our favorite poet or author. I don’t have a favorite poet, but my favorite author is Robert McCammon, and he has been a great inspiration to me.

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