Werewolf

Crying wolf is a real danger. David Attenborough

 

I am crying the moon in the air

and feeds the wolf in me

with blood and tears

 

in me awakes the night

 

while the owl is screeching

in my head

and his all seeing eye

is looking my worries

outside

 

It is the wind that is my skin

and the earth my bed

I smell my fear

in the deep of the gray

 

but my dream

is more realistic

then all the colors

of the morning

that is coming for sure.

 

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

17/10/2014

Click on the window of SoundCloud and you will hear the poem recited. Enjoy!

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Rudi, this is BRILLIANT.

To couple your words with the music is extraordinary Your poem is more than fine but to enclose the words within the rhythm and sound of the music is very clever and very effective. Truly, Am truly impressed. You should have the whole put into the public domain! (Perhaps you already do!?)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you for the awesome comment. I've put in on SoundCloud and a few websites and also my blog, so yes I consider this as public domain. I'm very glad you love it. Really appreciated, Emma. :) Rudi

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Another great write, Rudi, accompanied by the recitation beneath the music and sound effects... well-done in creating atmosphere for the reader...

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, FT, for reading and listening. Really appreciate, my friend. :) Rudi