~ marbled moonlit scape ~
Lupine snout pointed skyward,
words lost to howling
beneath slow-parting cloudlets,
the man transforms to werewolf.
Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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3 thoughts on “Tanka #16”
Very descriptive Sarah – I heard the howl…
Wow, I made you shiver! Wolves are wonderful creatures, although once, when I had a high fever as a child, I had a terrifying hallucination involving one. It was sitting by my bed, ready to pounce. I could even hear it panting and growling in its throat and smell its breath.
The thought of my husband evolving into a werewolf at full moon is definitely not one of my fantasies, even if he did look like Hugh Jackman in his human form!
You painted a rather frightening picture here, Sarah. 😯