Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

Wolves and the Moon

He stands on the slippery crag of Simon’s Seat
has done since time became tradition
from the Lupus a call to the Luna moon
howling at the illuminant of the night.
His descendants thrash the poignant air
a reminder of a fear once gone, forgotten
yet, today there are many still hold them fair
but it is the moon that drives the begotten.

© Harry J Horsman 2018

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Susan Ashley November 12, 2018 at 6:10 PM Your talent shines in the elegant beauty of this piece, Harry. I love wolves and the wilderness they represent, your evocative words speak of the nature of a wild heart. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Mark Peterson October 7, 2018 at 12:16 PM Perfectly conceived and eloquently phrased with a quality that is little short of magic. Harry, this poem will haunt me, for wolves embody nature’s soul, and crimes against them are crimes against creation.

Funom Makama September 27, 2018 at 12:51 PM Beautifully crafted. Well done. I truly enjoyed this.

Robert Lindley August 27, 2018 at 6:50 PM My Native American blood tells me of the very special nature of the wolves and mankind. Your poem reminds that wolves are extremely intelligent animals and also powerful beasts. A pleasure to read this excellent creation my good friend.. A fav ..

Pandita Sietesantos August 15, 2018 at 1:20 PM Wolves are such intriguing animals and this wonderful dedication to them is most fascinating! An excellent pen you have displayed in this piece, my friend! Hugs. Pandita

Leigh Stephenson August 11, 2018 at 6:48 AM I love this Harry, well written. I have been up Simon's seat many times, it is so beautiful. Your poem strikes a chord with me, i'ts lovely. Well done :-)

Anisha Dutta August 9, 2018 at 7:47 AM So nicely composed. I admire. All the best.

Ravi Sathasivam August 9, 2018 at 7:15 AM Excellent. Well penned my friend. Enjoyed reading it.

Charles Messina August 9, 2018 at 7:07 AM Awesome poetry, Harry! Best wishes for a win!

Viv Wigley August 8, 2018 at 12:32 AM A fine write, Harry, love the ending lines. Good luck in the contest. regards, Viv

Carolyn Devonshire August 7, 2018 at 1:45 PM Indeed, an image of the wolf howling before the backdrop of a moon is created beautifully in your words, Harry. Many wonderful lines and my favorite is the last one. Your poem built well to this climax, my friend. Excellent writing as always, Harry, and this one's a fave for me! Best wishes in the contest with this gem. Hugs, Carolyn

Anil Deo August 6, 2018 at 5:54 PM Welcome back from your week's BREAK/vacation. You brought us a gift of wolf and moon, maybe gifts, too, of instincts & "ancient moments." shalom, shalom (THANKS HARRY)

Nette Onclaud August 6, 2018 at 5:37 PM grreat way to connect the wolves with moonlight...it's what i always see in films, read in books... a different twist here that's remarkable, harry..huggs

Tom Cunningham August 6, 2018 at 12:33 PM Lovely verse Harry, can see him silhouetted with the moon in the background. Good luck in the contest Tom

Line Gauthier August 6, 2018 at 11:10 AM Well penned, Harry.

Vijay Pandit August 6, 2018 at 11:09 AM Nicely done..good ending..but it is the moon that drives the begotten..best for a win, Harry.

Sand Blown August 6, 2018 at 10:24 AM what's a sunrise to one is a moonrise to another...the eye...the eye of the beholder; nice write

Sara Kendrick August 6, 2018 at 9:28 AM Interesting work. Reads like a good contender for the contest. Way to go. Sara