Two: Yearning Heart

October 2, 2011 at 8:02 pm · Filed under Poems, Weird stuff ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/, life, story, werewolves, wolf and moon, wolves, writer

This is part two of the four part series of poems I call Changed. If you missed part one, She Beckons Me Come, you can read it now by clicking on the title. Part three, In Dreams, and four, The Battle, will be posted October 9 and 16, respectively.

All four are being posted on Gooseberry Garden’s Poetry Picnic.

Changed

    Part Two:

        Yearning Heart

 

I run to the place I last saw her

Her scent is alive in the air

Mixture of pine, earth and heat

Was not long ago she was there

 

I follow her essence blindly

Her presence lies thick on my skin

Passion and wanting drive me

I begin the change once again

 

Heart aching, as bones are moving

Hair and hide replace skin

I groan; half pain, half pleasure

I will have her, yet know not when

 

On four legs I prowl the forest

Yearning heart the driving force

An ache in my loins, eyes glowing

Feet silent on forest floor

 

‘Cross the meadow then scent is gone

A growl from deep in my chest

I travel worn trail to top of the hill

Then stand alone upon the crest

 

Baring great teeth, I snarl at the world

To the moon I sing my sorrow

Lay then, on the rock, and sleep

Dream of finding her on the morrow

 

Copyright © C. Mashburn

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