Full Moon

A short poem on a full moon

The wolves are out tonight

and the moon, overfull

is spilling lunacy in drops -

 

Pounding in my head,

ears ringing

with the knowledge

that

the wolves are out tonight.

 

Forest dark, steel girded.

Trees stir, and break the path below

whispering of vengeance

but

the wolves are out tonight

 

Thoughts bend to twist

and beat hard upon my lips.

Unknown and dark as wolves

in tales of warning.

 

Would I walk there

through streets unfamiliar

their meanings left startled

as I turn from prey

to predator.

 

The wolves are out

tonight.

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

the wolves are out tonight. The repetition is haunting. The disclosure at the end is startling. Great write.