This poem was written using twitter prompts; a stanza for each prompt.


Fresh breeze rises from the sea,

Pushing clouds to crowd the light,

If only you were here with me,

I would not fear the coming night.


Stars and comets fall like rain,

Rivers run with bloody glare,

I wish that you could feel my pain,

Compassion warm your icy stare.


You turn into the warm embrace

Of sunlight and another’s arms.

I wish I’d never seen your face,

Nor fallen foul of your sweet charms.


Wolf pads silent on your track,

Moonlight falls in silver eyes,

Vengeance strikes when night is black

And traitors pay for honeyed lies.


Last clouds shred in wild wind’s roar,

Ripples break in starlit gleam,

Shards of moon on ice-rimmed shore,

The wolf is calling, yet you dream.


Birdsong greets the dawning day,

But you’ll not wake to see the sight.

Seawind blows it all away,

White wolf and I are for the night.

Wolf haiku

These are my haiku on Freya Pickard’s Wolf theme.
Illustration from the Rochester Bestiary

In the darkling woods

memory slinks savage, free

no wolves in this world.

Wolf in the forest

shade of the lost wilderness

forgive our madness.

Yellow-eyed shadow

stay awhile beneath the trees

ghost of a lost past.

White wolf wild spirit

wander wary and watchful

your wilderness home.