The Moya View


The town exists in harsh geometry,

the forest— a fiery flow.


The wolf leaps above their soul,

a crescent moon.


Run the wolf.

Flee the wolf.


Don’t go beyond the wall

lest you be devoured.


When the wolf howls

they make work their prayer,

their protection.


They pray a whole Bible

before the night comes.


The wolf howls away.

The villagers toil in their dreams.


They pray away in their cells

knowing the Lord Protector


and the Hunter keep them all safe

and from walking freely


with the wolves

of the forest.






One response to “Wolfwalkers”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    I like the images and the metaphor is well done

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