The White Wolf

Ever hear the one about the white wolf?

There was a woman of extraordinary beauty
She was desired by every man
But there were none who could attract her attention

She was often seen walking in the woods
Where she would gather berries
And was most happy in the shade of the trees

Her suitors were not so patient
They wanted to possess her
And claim the most beautiful wife in the land

One day she was in the forest
When she heard the distinctive barks of hunting dogs
To her horror, they were chasing after her

She ran quickly through the trees
Her foot was cut on a stone
And she tried to hide as best she could in a cave

She whispered a prayer
“Please help me escape”
A voice replied, “What would you do to escape?”

She turned to see a black wolf in the cave
It bowed its head, and repeated
“What would you do to escape?”

“Anything,” she whispered, “Anything.”
The wolf plodded forward
And pressed his head into her palm

The hunting dogs were shocked
When a white wolf ran at them
Snarling, baring their teeth, a black wolf silent beside them

Their lords were found later
Throats ripped out
Left scattered between the trees

The woman was never seen again either
But sometimes, if you are wandering the forest
You will see a white wolf

Prompt 24_ sleep.

Sleep, that’s all I want to do today!

I shall tolerate no distractions, for I shall lay a curse on any one who wakes me up.

No knocks on the door nor cries for help, ask someone else for I shall not answer.

If there is a fire , a flood or an earthquake, if it can’t shake me awake then it is not serious enough.

Do not wake me up for any reason for all I want to do to day is sleep.

 

The Grapes of Wrath

He must not like books,
but he thinks he likes me.
Strange fool that he is.

Or was… Really?
Is that still the reason
for all this gang stalking?

All upset after 40 years
because I refused to
wave in your parade?

Did Harry come to Megan
and say “We’re getting married.”
one day, just out of the blue?

Prince of nothing! How dare you impose
your son of a hag everyone knows
upon my life and my world!

Your right to the pursuit of happiness
is NOT actually, on any level
meant to allow your pursuit of me.

My name is Joy, yes, a word
similar to happiness…
So, did the AG say it was OK?

Does it exist in some federal policy
somewhere in the banal depths
of that haint white house?

Maybe it does. Maybe I was woven
into the pork fat of some
well fettered bill.

You people! You pests!
You infantile brats without a shred
of sanity! Just couldn’t let me be.

Poem 23: The Terror

In the winter of 1849
– or so we think –
the wooden bones of The Terror
were finally broken.

Encroaching ice claimed
this stubborn blight
on a wild frozen sea
without remorse.

Those still seeking its shelter
were doomed to walk
stark glacial landscapes
ravenous and afraid.

What we have left of them
are rusted rifles, stone cairns
and bones gnawed
in desperation.

Hour 12. Captain’s Log (A sonnet)

 

Leafing through the pages of the Captain’s log

of meandering voyages through sea and sand

in the dusk’s fading hours relaxing inland

looking for glimmering light through dense fog.

 

Assessing the gains and losses of time,

skirmishes won and tough battles lost,

straggling at last through the winning post,

realized in the end that life was a mime.

 

Agonies endless had been many a score,

ecstasies have been not less but more.

Countless have I shed bushels of tears,

have been haunted by numerous endless fears.

Yet , happily do I set down this song

counting seconds ticking till the final GONG !

Hour 24 – Close – Text Prompt

Close to the end, Daybreak in sight
I’ve made it through day and harrowing night
And while it was a journey I come away from
I made it not alone, but with all of you.

While the sun yet rises I hear sleep call my name
And I know that after this things won’t be the same
We laughed, we cried, we empathized, we grew
And learned new things we previously never knew

We entered strangers, we made new bonds,
Some may prove weak while others strong
And while we entered in different boats,
We stand united, and far more close.

Sleep (Hour 24)

Sleep, dear, sleep when this marathon is over,

and flag off yet another one

as you plumb the depths of slumber.

May you find succor

in the womb of the subconscious.

Release your tiredness

into the stream of refreshing.

You shall yet awake

to the refreshing dews of life

when you come up

from the stream of sleep.

 

 

Poem 22: Country roads

Once this land was swathed
in forests dark and knowing
Every acre was crawling with life
from soil to treetop

Now you marvel at quaint country roads
spotting a thrush or a lone fox
Without knowing what is lost,
and may never be regained.