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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Call of the Wild #FormForAll @dVersePoets

A silver orb sings
Pulsing call
Predator rises

Hunger, driving lust
Not human
Wicked, sinful, urge

He sings into night
warning all
who may venture close

Surprised by the one
who does not
run, rather invites

Teasing and playful
enticing
inciting madness

He follows her scent
darkened woods
through skeleton trees

Scent of December
remember
what big teeth you have....

Sam (@Semaphore) is treating us to "La Lune" over at FormForAll today...think you know haiku? Give us a visit at dVersePoets and show us what you got.




27 comments:

rumoursofrhyme said...

First, I think!! Yet another strong piece from you Tash. I love the story telling and the way the stanzas linnk together, although each could stand alone. Encore!!

Brian Miller said...

that one that is inviting either is crazy or like a dance on the dark side...ha....really like how you zoom out in the last bit...to the scent of december and its big teeth...smiles....nice tash

Frank Watson said...

Deliciously evil undertones, sinister sounding, I like it!

Heaven said...

Sinister story telling ~ That last one gives this bite ~

Jenny Herner said...

Love this! And the last line, wonderful!

Uneven Stephen said...

Ha, I love that last one - such a playful ending. It's great how you thread them all together. :)

manicddaily said...

Super charming! Happy Birthday. This works just so well - a mixture of wild and woolly! k.

emmett wheatfall said...

What a marvelous write, Natasha. There are so many really good parts to this poem. I thoroughly enjoy it. Keep it up my friend. Outstand!!

Ben Ditty said...

There's a great story in this and the rhythm is strong. Those last lines will stay with me for a while.

jasmine said...

The last two are my favorites.

pandamoniumcat said...

Very sinister indeed. Love how you build up the tension and then we're left wondering...nice!

Mary said...

This story definitely leaves the reader wanting to know MORE and what next! Wow.

Laurie Kolp said...

Wow... wicked good, Tash.

RMP said...

a wicked run through the dark here. I'm imagine the chase was quite thrilling.

marousia said...

Gorgeously dark - captivating story - love it!

Semaphore said...

You did it! That sharp-toothed twist in the last line sent me back to read the poem over again, and that foreboding sense was heightened by the staccato rhythms in the lune's short lines. Well done!

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

great!

Fred Rutherford said...

fantastic work Tash. Really love how you chose the Kelly lunes and how you took the ball and ran with it, exceptionally done. Thanks

Claudia said...

just love the big teeth closure..made me think of that fairy tale rotk├Ąppchen - not sure how you call it in english.. you were dancing on the dark side for sure..smiles...hope you had a wonderful birthday tash

kkkkaty said...

wonderful haiku...sound is eerie but totally refreshing..

quietdaemon said...

The night allows for so much of ourselves to seep out...or run out, ravenous. Love how we both dove into the moonlight.
Gene

Kim Nelson said...

BRAVA! The tale you tell is complete and replete with vivid imagery. And you follow chained form throughout. Well done. My muse wandered into the predator's realm as well, with this prompt.

Other Mary said...

Oooh, very inticing write. Love your final two lunes particularly.

raivenne said...

Oh very nice! The moon shines, the beast howls, the need grips and then the cruel cold bite! So, so nice!

anotherwanderingsoul said...

Tash, this is once again brilliant! What a cool story you tell, vivid imagery with a tinge of darkness and the last stanza... just wow.

ds said...

Oh, my. Sensuous and sinister and very very clever. Thank you.

Kelvin S.M. said...

..shivers...i would be scared to walk through those skeleton trees in a darkened woods with that guest from the wild... you brought your lunes to almost a reality... excellent... smiles...