Howling on the wind,
the settlers shiver at the sound.
The great hunters of the woods
gather on this moonlit night.
The elder wolves know the ritual,
passed down through the ages
from one pack leader to the next,
scouring the frozen forest for prey.
The settlers seek comfort
in preemptive solutions
and set out with spear and flame
to drive their monsters out.
They come for the pack that night
but the wolves melt into the trees,
shades as old as the winter chill
and man's eternal, abstract foe.
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Showing posts with label wolf. Show all posts
Friday, 20 April 2018
Tuesday, 25 April 2017
NaPoWriMo #25: Jackal Sunset
It's time for another animal-themed poem for day twenty five of NaPoWriMo. The animal in this poem is a predatory creature from India; the rest is fairly straightforward.
Jackal Sunset
It darts across the grasslands
under the shadow of green hills.
The golden jackal searches
for food, living or not.
It chases the trails of the wolves,
leopards and the bloodthirsty dhole,
and will sometimes push its luck
when it spots a tiger on a kill.
The jackal's persistence is rewarded
as the night descends on the teak forest,
a leopard throttling a chital doe.
The jackal must wait to be served.
Jackal Sunset
It darts across the grasslands
under the shadow of green hills.
The golden jackal searches
for food, living or not.
It chases the trails of the wolves,
leopards and the bloodthirsty dhole,
and will sometimes push its luck
when it spots a tiger on a kill.
The jackal's persistence is rewarded
as the night descends on the teak forest,
a leopard throttling a chital doe.
The jackal must wait to be served.
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Wolf's Milk and Launch of Silent Animal Poetry
Hi everyone. Just a quick update followed by a bit of poetry.
This is a new poem entitled 'Wolf's Milk', and I'm putting this out there today to coincide with the launch of an idea I've been thinking about for a while. For the next few weeks, I will be uploading a silent, non-verbal rendering of an animal poem in video form, under the banner Silent Animal Poetry. Hopefully this will make up for my failure so far to upload the video version of 'Kalua'.
Anyway, without further ado, here is the first entry in the Silent Animal Poetry series:
Wolf's Milk
A wolf sits under a tree.
Grey fur, yellow eyes
and lean from days
without a kill.
Two cubs suckle,
hairless and pink,
mewling and squealing.
They could almost be
her own pups.
Their tiny hands grasp
at their wolf-mother's fur,
feeling for her teats.
Builders and conquerors
grow on she-wolf's milk.
(This poem depicts the she-wolf who, according to legend, suckled Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome. Here's the link to the video version: http://youtu.be/1HH4Lw8kZh0 )
This is a new poem entitled 'Wolf's Milk', and I'm putting this out there today to coincide with the launch of an idea I've been thinking about for a while. For the next few weeks, I will be uploading a silent, non-verbal rendering of an animal poem in video form, under the banner Silent Animal Poetry. Hopefully this will make up for my failure so far to upload the video version of 'Kalua'.
Anyway, without further ado, here is the first entry in the Silent Animal Poetry series:
Wolf's Milk
A wolf sits under a tree.
Grey fur, yellow eyes
and lean from days
without a kill.
Two cubs suckle,
hairless and pink,
mewling and squealing.
They could almost be
her own pups.
Their tiny hands grasp
at their wolf-mother's fur,
feeling for her teats.
Builders and conquerors
grow on she-wolf's milk.
(This poem depicts the she-wolf who, according to legend, suckled Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome. Here's the link to the video version: http://youtu.be/1HH4Lw8kZh0 )
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