Long Ago Nights
There is a proverb which reads: "Wolves have howled
at the moon for centuries, yet it is still there".
LONG AGO NIGHTS
Does the scintilla sharpen to just a peek
when a pack of wolves sound off?
The moon retreats. Gray clouds —
the baying hue of frozen fur.
An eerie glare of a spotless night
stirs their lips all the more. Ears like steeples,
heads thrown back in ecstasy.
Virgins bar their doors.
The moon in reverie knows each woeful sound.
paws rest — feeding its light...lingering.
Lustful companions curl up inside the earth’s abyss.
Full moon recollection of those long ago nights.
8/6/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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