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#NoWayOut

Time was running out quickly

There was nowhere left to run

Nowhere left to hide

No way to reach the safety of the house

Or the safe escape through the stone circle high in the mountains.

The hunter they had brought in was too good

She had been harried and hunted

From the moment she reached the forest

Running and hiding at every turn

She had almost reached the end of her strength

As she hid near the edge of town once more.

Yet the yearning drew her onwards

More strongly with each passing second

With each heart stopping howl from the mountains

Her mate, her partner, her daylight lover

Waiting, ever more frantic as the minutes slipped by

As she herself yearned to be with him again.

The moon was full and rode high in the almost clear sky

The one blessing of this pain filled night

Scenting the wind she was sure she smelled rain

As low on the horizon lightning flashed

In the afterglow she could see scudding clouds rushing in.

The hunter was closing in still

She remained frozen in place, waiting for the moment

The moment she might escape.

Cool droplets of water brought a sharp tang to her nose

So much more sensitive in her wolf form

Clouds and rain grew heavier as time passed

The loamy scent of the earth growing stronger with the rain.

Carefully she stretched each limb

Bringing the blood flowing strongly through cramped muscles

The afterimage of the lightning flash temporarily blinding her hunters

The dark clouds and heavy rain masking her scent

She took her one chance and ran

Fleeing as fast as limbs too long immobilised

Were asked to be fleet once more.

As she slipped under cover of the forest

She heard a guttural sound behind her

The hunter had been waiting, but

As luck would have it this time

He misjudged his prey.

She loped off towards the mountains

Revelling in the blood coursing through her veins

In time she would reunite with her mate

The one who would become her lover come sunrise

As they moved to yet another place

To live free for a time before being forced to leave again.

Such was their life as wolf and human

Yet they would not trade it for any other

So long as they were together.

Together they now were, reunited at last

Their happiness all that mattered

Shared as wolf, or man and woman

Love knew no bounds

In the wildness of their world.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Alexander 2015

©Susan Jamieson 2015

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#TheOnlyChoice

It was close to dawn

The air frosty with a bite that went to the bone

She had on only a thin cotton dress

The only other had been left at home

Home, what was that but a place to sleep

Somewhere to eat and feel less than wanted

A house that was nothing more than a roof over her head

One she no longer wanted nor cared for.

She knew he would be looking for her soon

The man who was her fleshly husband

Searching quietly through each room

Anger would flare when he found her missing

This, her only chance to flee

Giving her a real choice to be

That which she really was

A noise behind her alerted her to dawn

The search for her had commenced

She could stay no longer

The dress, irrelevant in but a few more moments

The sun began its lukewarm climb over the horizon

Pale crimson and gold fingers pointed over the land

She stood tall and raised her hands to the sky

Towards the power of the winter sun

Taking a deep breath

She drew the energy of the sun into her heart

Shaking loose long auburn hair

Ready to take her part

In the distance she heard a forlorn howl

Her form writhed sinuously

Energy coalesced around her

Blurring the outlines of her human form

Once dissipated there stood a sleek wolf

Her hair a deep auburn colour

Lifting her head she howled joyously

The sound being joined by the other, closing swiftly

As they met, jumping with abandon around each other

They nuzzled each other happily

Shouts behind them from the house

Disturbed their welcome of each other

Bright sherry coloured eyes gazed knowingly

Together they loped off quickly through the forest

Her prison shattered for the last time.

#TheOnlyChoice

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, 2015

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#MagicalPower

Sorceress of Golden Dragon

 

It was that magical hour

The powerful most time

Man called the ‘witching hour’

If they only knew

The power to be found

Opening their senses to this

The most incredible of times

Sweet eldritch chimes

With unhurried step she glided forth

Her back to the house

As she moved to the north

Towards the grove

Deep in the woods

The Sacred grove

The magical circle

Where time could be suspended

As well as all man’s rules of should

Replaced instead by power filled could

Within the circle

Ground laid bare

Sisters one and all

Gathered there once more

To join in joyous splendour

No man could perforce engender

To create a celebration new

Which called for self-surrender

Opening all to wider mysteries

Of power most sublime

Believed lost for all time

Yet living still in hearts and minds

Of every member of her kind

#MagicalPower

colourful bejewelled dragons

A grove surrounded

By Birch and Elder

Hawthorn and Rowan

Magical all

Whose power had shown true

To those who had known

The power available to the few

Remaining of the dragon kind

Of such a one was she

Who knew the magic of the tree

To be called upon in knowledge

Power unforgotten by the few

Once more to be set free

As the moment of high power drew near

No potions or spells

Neither a descent into hell

Just power gathering within herself

Of knowledge long learned

By those who yet yearned

To recapture the ways of old

No longer freely told

Into herself she turned her bright gaze

Her mind’s eye once more fiercely ablaze

With the glow of potent magic

Of power most true

Building a great vortex anew

Preparing herself to step through

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The corner once called

The elements true

Spirits and elementals they knew

The fierce glow from her grew

Her favourite hue

Enveloped them all in the circle she drew

Til it appeared to all

She was all but consumed

By the fires she wielded inside

For her essence distilled

By the power she willed

He form to transform once more

 ∼

Sharpening her focus

With each beat of her heart

Joy held inside but a part

The power of her mind

She bent to her will

Til in her place stood a glorious beast

A dragon of old

Sparkling once more like beaten gold

Larger than all life

A picture of might and awe

With a primal cry of command

Beat her wings on demand

Followed by her brethren below

Dragons of colour profound

Metallic hues did abound

As they launched away from the land

Some to return with the dawn

Return to the land

To the call of the Sacred Grove

To gather yet more of this new treasure trove

Of priceless magical beats

Of every metallic hue imagined

From times long ago

To fly in the night once more

Releasing their magic on this new shore.

#MagicalPower

Golden Sorceress, Golden Dragon

 Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

Top image from: cedar-and-willow.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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#WolfSister

The Spirit of the Wolf

Wolf Sister

She lay there

Heart thumping painfully

Blood seeping slowly

Onto the white snow

Praying for strength

Just a little more strength

To see her to the stone circle

Through the portal

Finding safety once more

Her thoughts reached forth

Questing for her mate

The other half to her soul

The one to make her whole

A howl, hauntingly strong

Calling from the other side

Waiting for her to come

Soon….. Soon, she sent

Pulling herself to her feet once more

The proud she-wolf stood

Limping painfully onwards

Hiding from the man scent

She slipped from shadow to shadow

A trail, blood-red in her wake

A chorus of howls suddenly split the night

A curse heard deeper in the forest

The men hunting her paused

Looking fearfully for the wolf pack

She could smell the magic in the air

As she crept nearer to the stones

An unearthly humming filled the night

To the chorus of howls

Lurching into the safety of the stone circle

She was met by her mate

Nuzzled by her friends

One by one

As the air shimmered brightly

Their wolf form disappeared

Two women and three men stood before her

Waiting….

She held her head low

Gathering her strength for the change

The air shimmered in purple hues

Standing in the she wolf’s place

A beautiful woman now stood

One by one

Holding their partner’s hand

They stepped through the portal

Another night

Another adventure

A close call

Safely home again

Inside each, the memory

Deep in their cells

Their other half,

Wolf Brother and Wolf Sister

Waiting for the time to run again.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, 2014

 

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Lost_in_Forest_Part_1_by_AkidAdhwa  by akidadhwa.deviantart

 

The white wolf stood

Like a statue frozen in place

Poised on the edge of flight

Trembling, she gazed into the moonlight

Eyes searching for a way into the woods

Silently she crept onwards

Alert for the slightest sound

Anything which would send her flying for cover

Racing until safety was once more found

Heart racing, she eventually reached the shadows

Giant Elm, Sycamore and Oak

Spread their branches over her

Breathing a sigh of relief

One heart stopping moment of disbelief

She changed

One moment a wolf white as snow

The next a tall slender woman

With hair of gossamer white

Trailed by a snow-white owl

Turning quickly she moved through the woods

Following the shade of the trees

Crossing the moonlit groves

Moving carefully onwards

Until before her stretched the open vista

Leading to the magical Stones

Wreathed in the magical glow of the moonlight

They sang the hypnotic song to her

A radiant smile played around her red lips

As she stepped into the magical circle

Quickly praying to the Goddess above

She walked to the central stone

One touch

One word

The air shimmered

Sparks flew like snowflakes

Where a woman stood moments before

Vanished without a trace

Except

In a crevice at the base on the stone

A small white blossom tossed its head

A soft white snowflake

To join others dotted around the circle

A gift from Priestess to Goddess

As she crossed safely into magic’s realm once more

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Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, 2014

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The Pact
#The Pact

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“We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.”
Farley Mowat, Never Cry Wolf : Amazing True Story of Life Among Arctic Wolves

Silence

Weighed heavily as she waited

Hanging like a wet cloak on her shoulders

Wind

Whipped through the tops of the trees

Bringing gusts lashing the grass below

Rolling lines flowed away from her

As the wind blew the grass towards the plain

Confetti like fluttering heralded the autumn leaves

Fluttering

In colourful swathes around her head

In the silence she could hear them coming

Talking softly to each other

No need to shout

When the mind can say so much more

A pause

As they picked up her scent

Her family, her once family

Questions flickered swiftly through her mind

Why was she here?

Two legs could not be seen with the pack

Heart breaking silently she pleaded with them

Lift the promise she made

Her time with the two legs could end now

The pack was safe its territory secure

No longer was the bargain required

That one of the pack should stay with the two legs

Become one of the two legs

So they could feel safe

Safe that the pack would no longer bring them down

When they ventured into the pack’s territory

Puzzled they asked her

Why should the pact be broken?

Her family could hunt and kill the deer

The two legs no longer hunted them for their pelts

The cubs could grow in safety

Run with the wind

Play with the salmon

Raise their cubs in time

Two legs could never be trusted

If she returned

Two legs would hunt them once again

Thoughts were becoming fainter now

As the pack moved further away

Wait!

She silently cried to the night

Let me return! Let  Me  Return……

Silence

Weighed heavily as she waited

Hanging like a wet cloak on her shoulders

A heavy shroud for her heavy heart.

#The Pact

image from howlingforjustice.wordpress.com

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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