Cry

Wolf Moon

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Wolf Moon

The wolf cries

For food, for family

For companionship

The monogamous wolf

Who knows companionship

Who knows a mate

And family

And food

And wonders why the Earth

Is barren

Crying for itself

And for its mate and family

Crying for its mate and family

And for the barren Earth

That the community

Knows and tells,

It wasn’t always this way

There was plenty

And a law

For every living thing

Some nights

What might the Earth and wolf do

But cry

C L Couch

I thank Judith Nilan (https://stonefireblog.com/) for the inspiration.

Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

January 18, 2022 2

Hear My Cry

Hear My Cry

A featureless sky that nonetheless tries to speak of snow

An unremarkable day in which the world

Might be saved through

A sky-sound,

A child’s word, or an animal’s cry

Something to break the kind of silence strangled

From an utterance of need and hope

C L Couch

December 15, 2017 0

The Banshee Cries

The Banshee Cries

I split the night, I know

I want to

Further chaos into silent

Human sleep

I have neither quiet

Nor rest

Why should you?

And when my piercing

Work is done

And I’ve coursed through

Your family

I’ll come for you

You won’t see though

You will hear

And maybe at last

Listen

Too late to fix your

Prophecy

That’s done:

And you will come with me

To a place

Where hellish noise is

All you know

You,

Betraying man

Who spoke

Curses in love

October 1, 2016 9

Cry

Cry

Such painful beauty here.
It rains with truthly tear.

The Essence, created by Emily Romano, is a short, structured form of two-lines, six syllables each with an end rhyme and internal rhyme. (From the definition Annie cites.)

https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/forlorn/?c=4644#comment-4644

Annie at What the Woman Wrote crafted with this poetic form: her work, “Forlorn.” (The link is just above.) I responded in kind. She, then, kindly shared her expectation that I would post my response in my blog. So I’ve posted, here.

What can I say? She’s influential.

Annie posts wonderful images to complement her written work. I’m not nearly so skillful. So I’m afraid that “here” is going to have to be a reference to anytime in life itself, as can be imagined or recalled. Readers may fill in with a time from your experience. Or take it that mortal life is often this way, when we must, you know, cry.

February 9, 2016 5