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Sitting round the fire my family told storiesOld tales and legends about full moonsThey meant to frighten usBut I was enthralledThey told us of womenBeautiful and kind Terrible things happened to themAnd they were so filled with rageThat they turned into coyotesThe women sought out their assailantsAnd they took what was owed themBlood or lifeAnd whenContinue reading “Poem prompt: blood, moon, rage, coyotes and fire”