CoyoteA Poem by AnnAn ode speaking of the human condition and the struggles involved in identifying our deep emotional fears and one's response to threatening energies inward and outward.One spring day in the early morn" The world newly cleansed from last night's storm. Sheep graze in the meadow freshly shorn, while a coyote howls alone and forlorn.
I pass through the halls silent and swift, pausing as my eyes quickly shift to the space above the mantle, searching for the gift" the weapon, dark and forbidding, I gingerly lift.
A feral shape slinks low to the earth closing in surrounded by the mist, dark as sin. Heart-pounding rage begins! Fear is not a choice, when rage closes in.
Mist swirls around the sheep while something evil lurks deep. Among the gray mist it surely creeps, while the cool earth lies" asleep.
Eyes straining to more clearly see beyond the meadow’s old apple tree, beneath its spreading canopy, a form materialized, its glowing eyes proud and free!
Walking softly, feet wet with dew. Knowing what I must surely do. Praying my aim will be straight and true, as the day begins" fresh and new.
A voice whispers in my ear. A voice very, very near. A voice close and dear. A voice cracking with rising fear!
Pausing briefly in my quest, my arms are heavy needing rest. Perhaps it really is best, as bile rises in my chest.
The voice I hear-- The voice I fear-- The voice rising like a seer, as I taste one small solitary tear.
The creeping evil that resides, the crawling evil that hides beneath a benevolent apple tree-- is me! © 2021 AnnReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 26, 2021 Last Updated on June 26, 2021 Tags: #poetry, #self-discovery, #metaphor, #emotional pain, #human struggle |