Sunday, January 23, 2011

Triolet for a Wolf

image from Wikimedia , artist, Gustave Doré
(in the Public Domain)


Triolet for a Wolf

One afternoon deep within the wood,
I was warm when you came near:
You leaned your coat against me and there I stood,
one afternoon deep within the wood.
I didn't move although I thought I should--
your heat and silence were enough to fear--
 but that afternoon deep within the wood,
I was so warm when you came near.




5 comments:

Andreas said...

Very nicely rhymed. So sonorous and yet so menacing. I've never seen a wolf (in the wild), only heard him howl in the distance. I felt more fascination than fear.

Jingle Poetry said...

fabulous...

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Short Poems said...

That was a beautiful write, like it a lot :)

Liz Brennan said...

So sensuous and tender!