Behind the hedgerow

For #WerewolfWednesday, we’re treated a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and a meteor shower. Oh, and this werewolf poem! 

What lurks behind the hedgerow?

Crackling branches under feet

As I sit upon the stone bench in the silver glow

of the full moon, where my lover I did come to meet.


Whose labored breaths heave

rustling the shimmering leaves

behind the hedgerow, where my lover I did come to meet?


What lurks behind the hedgerow

on this full moon night?

Eyes aglow a dull yellow, filling my heart with fright

as I quiver upon this stone bench, where my lover I did come to meet


I see what lurks behind the hedgerow

as the branches part—the faltering beat of my heart.

Within the murderous yellow eyes of sin—I recognize my lover once again,

here where I die by the hedgerow.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing it.

    1. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for stopping by.

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