Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

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.

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Jannie Breedt October 10, 2017 at 1:42 PM A super 7# . Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 8:20 PM What is a super #7. Pardon my ignorance.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 6, 2017 at 9:39 AM Spectacular pen :) There's a fabulous doc on how the return of wolves to Yellowstone have rebalanced the entire ecosystem, not assume you haven't seen it ;p xomo! Patricia Cresswell October 6, 2017 at 9:49 AM I have seen it but was not the muse for this poem.lol This is from 1984. Gosh I have been writing a long time. Thank you for comment will find doc. and watch again.