Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

Female Wererwolf

Female Werewolf 
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm 
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to 
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by 
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some 
water and she led me to a well lowered a bucket and up 
came a pail full of the coolest nectar. We spoke, a widow 
a tractor accident had killed him, and she was childless.
 I felt a strong sexual pull towards her and could read in her 
eyes she felt the same also; but I was too timid to act on it.
 I thanked her warmly and left. Years later I read about her 
had been married five times and poisoned all her husbands’.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment