image from http://www.flickr.com Steal Falls, Glen Nevis
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The water was icy on her skin
Her thin shoes soaked long ago
Still they trudged along
In single file snaking their way forward
Now climbing the side of the valley
Towards the Lairds keep
She longed to rest but kept going
The leader had been in a fury on seeing her
Brought forward by the men who found her
Hiding beside the stones atop the tor
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She dared not tell them why or how she was there
How could she tell them the truth?
That she had walked through the portal stones
Upon the tor now far behind them
Traveling through time
In a way she did not understood
To meet her husband once again
To be with her lover for a while
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A shudder rippled through her body
As she pondered her predicament
The moon was several days from full
The time when the change would occur
Yet its effects she could already sense
When for a while she could run safe and free
With her pack mate and lover
Days of blissful togetherness
Running these wild Scottish valleys
Drinking from the fresh streams
Waiting for the moon to turn
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When she would reclaim her female form
And her lover change to his own
Tall and proud with deep red hair
His Scottish brogue a music to her ears
She had but days to stay with him
Before she must go back to the tor
Back through the portal stones
To reclaim her life back there
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Waiting for the turning of the days
Til she could once more traverse the ways
And return to her lovers’ side once more
Wolf or human they belonged together
Her best days were always with him
Amongst the Scottish heather
But where was he?
Why wasn’t he here?
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She spied a furtive movement amongst the trees
The light was fading fast but her eyesight was keen
There he was keeping pace with her
Waiting for the shadows to fall
She knew that somehow, some way
He would find a way to break her free
And together they would roam
Back amongst their well-trodden ways.
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image from runningwolflog.blogspot.com –
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Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson 2014
Owls and Orchids 
Wonderful, Susan. Thank you.
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To think that’s my stomping ground. Lol God’s Garden I say. I love everything about Scotlands landscape. But the mystical and mythical side of it is what I love most. You captured it beautifully.
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I thought I recognised the feel of the scenery. Then this poem. I only checked at the end to see where the image had been taken. After the Scottish references. Scottish scenery does it for me every time. Your poem was a delight. The magic conveyed together with the wild and romance. Sigh! Splendid work. 🙂 x
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Thank You, I love the Highlands and look forward to coming back with my hubby next time 🙂
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