At Real Toad's, Fireblossom Friday's prompt was to write about the inner animal. This poem is more of an outer animal who lives within my heart and spirit. It's what came,so I will post it, though it isnt exactly what was suggested.
There is a wild wood.
In my den I stir
as the new morning
wakes me.
I sniff the wind
and sense your pain.
It breaks me,
for I'm forced to forge
a path
you cant yet
follow,
and I know
this leaves you
feeling
rather hollow.
I am a wild wolf.
To be with you,
I always had to
keep it tethered.
Now I can throw off
all my bindings
without minding,
not forgetting all the years
we spent together.
I am a wild thing,
but my heart
returns to watch you
when you're sleeping,
rest my nose upon your bed
and whuff a greeting,
though you are asleep
and never feel us meeting.
How can a heart be
wild and tame,
together?
We forged a bond
nothing in life
can sever.
A bridge between
our two wild hearts
we traveled;
a bond that tight
can never be
unraveled.
I had to leave you,
but I never wanted to
and I am circling
the forest waiting for
your heart
to find me.
Listen for my call,
you are not far
behind me.
reposted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry March 24, 2013
