Grief Encounter of Endangered Species
Grief Encounter of Endangered Species
howl for me
old woman wolf
howl and bay
at the cold faced moon
she whose crescent crown
pierces all armour.
I will join you
on this midnight hill
to scream and rail
at the far goddess.
then you and I
our voices joined
eyes lighted by lost
wealth of dreams
will turn a stare
at raw souls bared.
until moonset breaks
our primal spell
and turning part
down golgoth hill.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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