Full Moon

Happy National Poetry day!!!!

“Wolf moon,” she whispers,
her fur boots covered in ice
and her own wolves following close behind her
other’s howling in the distance
gathering wood she is
in the mountains of the Swiss Alps
just at their base
she finds a small clearing
and starts her fire,
a huge roaring one
ashes float in the air around her
falling on her bare skin
mixing now with the snowfall
she laughs, a deep soulful laugh, straight from the belly
her green eyes shining
(careful boy, they’ll trap you!)
she’s drinking warm honey fermented beer
watching the flames lick the night sky
she starts to sway
moving to the music in her own head
then she’s dancing, naked around the blaze
hands wildly thrown in the air
moonlight is dancing with her
touching all the secret parts of her
her wolves howling and running with her
sweat is dripping down
even in the frosty air
she is like a lost Viking princess
finally, come home
and she is overflowing


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Categories: Creative Writing, Poetry, Travel, Wanderlust, Writing

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