The Slam: Slammables


by Wandering Monster, Dreamland

They turn into wolves

And run into the forest

Where the morning shines between the trees

And moss glows green on the edges of the creek.

It’s been a long time since I saw them here,

Running fast, their red fur blurring through the leaves,

Paws splashing through the sunlit swamp.

Streaming tails flick out behind them,

The wolves with wise faces

And twitching ears.

Who howl to the distant reaches of the wood.

I would follow them,

My limbs twisting into wolf shape,

Eyes growing sharper, glowing orange in the dawn.

It’s been so long since I’ve run with them

For they’re wild, like hurricane wind.

I’ve been invited to join in

And turn grey at the edges and go!

But it’s been so long since I last slipped through these streams.

They need to keep chasing but it seems I’m too late.

My fingers don’t flex into claws

And my lips don’t show hints of fangs.

So I watch them run,

Beyond the red sunset

As they turn into wolves

And disappear into the forest.


Author's Note: I'm thinking about performing this one in a poetry slam.