Friday, January 28, 2011

Cold snap

Lupine jaws
with a flick of spit, a frothy comma
running shallow
as a laugh along your spine,
hackles raised into
a sacred crown of splintered frost

Rachel Westfall
January 27, 2011

4 comments:

Kat Mortensen said...

Hey Rachel! Love the opening line and the play-on-words title too.
The last line is the kicker though. Really well done!

Kat

Miss Sadie said...

Coyote's back.

The shadow is laughing along the back of the Coyote who's back.

I can see him, but I'm not going to play with him. Way too dangerous. Still.

Joseph said...

Ooh, that "frothy comma" stands out particularly well. Great image here, a perfectly detailed outline to be filled by the reader.

christopher said...

At The Rest Stop

Am I a flower
or a wolf, I muse, as you
declare me lupine.

The Cisalpine slopes
were once my favored flavor
but I fear they're lost,
for I now am pent
if not up, still trapped within
my defrocked carriage.

So flower or wolf?
But I would not ask you this.
It is not seemly.