Wood Smoke

This is what happens when you fall in love with a werewolf.

All around the trees are changing

Giving up their shades of green

So that when the wind causes intermingling

The leaves become a fiery scene

 

Beneath the veil of fluttering leaves

That pepper the ground with burning embers

I see a man, chopped wood he heaves

It’s me I hope that he remembers

 

A year ago at the village bonfire

By moon light we had gathered

Was where I saw his black attire

And silver eyes he tried to keep covered

 

By fire light we saw each other

To the beat of the drums I danced

Now knowing that his eyes didn't wander

From me, I wanted him entranced

I saw my father raise a brow

When the man had started towards me

For he and I were dancing now

Our gazes locked so firmly

Father drank and laughed with friends

While he and I slipped away

Down the hill where the green field ends

That's where we chose to hide and play

The smell of wood smoke on his clothes

And the glinting light from his silvery eyes

Made me blush just like a rose

Not knowing beneath him something lies

His kisses tender and sweet

His hands so soft and strong

Yet something was wrong within the heat

For his ears had grown slightly long

I was too afraid to have fought

For his skin grew fur and he got taller

A werewolf he was and I was caught

But he begged me kindly not to holler

“A kind wolf” he said

“Just looking for acceptance”

I didn't want to end up dead

But he was sincere with his benevolence

We talked all through the crisp cool night

And he even carried me home

His appearance to me should have been a fright

But still I longed to see him roam

A year had passed and he never came back

So I had set out to find him

I carried with me one small sack

Knowing my chances were especially slim

I finally found him in the forest

A lonely cabin with no trail

I took some time to wait and rest

For I know I’ve grown weak and pale

He sees me though before I can act

And runs right to me with a smile

His features my memory kept exact

“It's been a long long while”

I manage to say sadly

He hugs me tight

and whispers,“I love you oh so madly,

And never would I have left that night”

“What do you mean?”

I say as his scent enchants me

“I wanted you all to myself, I mean

I had to let it be”

I grin a grin that makes him worry

“Take me now where I stand

I'll be solely yours only if you hurry”

His eyes darken as he grabs my hand

And towards his cabin I am led

Upon entering the door hinge broke

I'm picked up and placed onto the bed

Where the last thing I smell is wood smoke

Author's Note

Pretty tired when I wrote this so it may sound awkward in some parts, but the open ended-ness is intentional.
Be kind to me

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

There is a near probability this was about someone, which is where the honesty in the background is nice and smooth.

[wordwarrior]

Ooo this is just delightful! I love the story, rhyme, flow and the images your words invoke Loved this! Most enjoyable!

[Anna Ivy]

Aww! Thank you so much!!!! ^-^!!

[Simon Welsh]

I love the atmosphere this evokes.

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you very much :D

[MikeV]

Beautiful poem/story! :) i enjoyed the imagery very much
And don't be too hard on yourself, it was a great write! :)

[Anna Ivy]

Thanks! I just know that I start speaking a different language when I get tired haha

[Vidushi Sharma]

wow..!! a tale..!! extremely awesum narrative!

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you :)

[Chris]

If you read it aloud three times in a row, you'll catch all the stumbles... and the tones are pretty. Since you ARE telling a story don't rush it... and let the heart grow and show.

[Anna Ivy]

Thanks for your honest review! I'll rewrite it some time in the future when it isn't 2 am haha

[Chris]

Anna, it isn't about the need to re-anything... and the time of ownership doesn't matter. You're telling a story of your own and I found it worth the hearing. As storytellers we draw our audience in and keep them where we lead... so don't rush - keep us breathless and wanting to turn the pages of your thoughts.