The Wolf
Falling for/ Falling prey. An inverse poem.
It was frightening then.
That look of pure desire,
Heated cheeks flushed to chin,
Eyes of molten fire.
.
A wolf escaping its darkened den,
Padding toward the rabbit’s briar,
Sardonic tongue sharply sanguine,
Toss me upon the pyre.
.
As if I had a choice of men.
Would I opt for hedonistic quagmire,
The things I can’t- the things I can,
Is my head the actual liar?
.
My life and limb became yours- when?
Untainted gift wrought to inspire?
Why do you love me again and again?
One's own personal rectifier.
.
It was frightening then.
That look of pure desire,
Heated cheeks flushed to chin,
Eyes of molten fire.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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Comments (6)
I like how the opening and close mirror each other, and this feels like a predatory advance, with the wolf and the hare. This particular line “My life and limb became yours- when?” is a rebuttal of the possessive partner. A serious and thought-provoking poem Rachael 🙌
Creative play on words.
This is great. Well done.
Wolves are so radical! well done
Incredible, and so well written. Well done.
Very beautiful and dynamic.