Howls Are Forever

In spring, sharp scents vapor from her skin… to den in his nose. He shuts his eyes, wishes for a world bursting with circular winters, for three ways to negate the moon, for wild magic that turns teeth and snout into the beak of a crow. She slides out of bed, and the fluid music that spills from her movement tells him that parts vital to their loving are melting out of her.

a daughter of snow,
the wendigo in April,
falling to pieces

He loves her still—a son of the moon howls his love to only one, and that’s forever. But love (you, ruthless beast!) comes without rules. There is no susurration pumping through the frozen red of a heart, warning that lovers should be exposed, kissed, and poked in all climates before mating. His wife creeps back to bed. He reaches for her, and his hand—freed of the moon—caresses her hipbone, plays with the flowers blooming out of the soft flesh she has left for him.

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a wee note: the wendigo is often associated with winter, ice, and extreme coldness. Werewolves are often portrayed as having a highly developed sense of smell. Partly inspired by the following Terry Pratchett quote: “…witches are quite careful about what they say. You can never be sure what the words are going to do when they’re out of earshot.”

written for Legendary Beings in Love – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 9)
and
for When Good Wishes Go Bad, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Blossom Face, by Shelle Kennedy
Blossom”, by Shelle Kennedy

61 thoughts on “Howls Are Forever

  1. This is magic.. the contrast between spring and winter used so skillfully … Especially the part right after the haiku… yes love has no rules, it’s forever and everywhere…

    Magic writing

  2. Omg and one more g… And another for great balls of fire, and ice, and all things warm and toasty like this made me feel… And ‘he loves her still’ ahh mysteries of mating and all opposite that attract xox
    Thanks for using ‘blossom’ Ms Wicked and thx Gina for the comment too xox

  3. So beautiful and sensual,,I, too like the words “He loves her still” As lovers we hope that feelings are unconditional, but it doesn’t always work out that way. I love the haiku as well. Thank you.

  4. To be with a lover for any length of times causes us to see how they change. So many lovers part when the change becomes too much. How wonderful that this couple stays together, weathering the changes together. This was very beautiful, very loving. Humans could learn a few lessons from them.

    • Change–physical and psychological–can be so difficult on love. One would think that lovers would grow with each other, but as we both know, that is not always true. May we be lucky, so that our loves grow with us… ♥

  5. Oh Magaly this is absolutely gorgeous 😀 especially love the image ” plays with the flowers blooming out of the soft flesh she has left for him.” Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  6. Magaly this is so sad to me. So sad. And so real. Brilliant on the climates–absolutely brilliant. All of it. I immediately pictured me in my old house with my ex-fiance and the end, sleeping in the quiet house in the bald of winter, me–ice. This poem is very important me. Great, great job.
    -Amy

  7. Awooo! This is feral stuff, Magaly, all tooth and claw and awe. The beast beat of the wilderness heart. So loved this line: “There is no susurration pumping through the frozen red of a heart, warning that lovers should be exposed, kissed, and poked in all climates before mating.” This love devours until the bones are picked clean. Great stuff, Magaly.

  8. This is filled with so much painful longing and the wild promises young lovers will make to the universe for just a few moments longer with their beloved. Youthful promises tend to be rash though, for all their earnestness.

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