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The Wolf's Pockets

“The Wolf’s Pockets” Virginia knows what’s written in the mass of a rock the heaviness of words not soluble anchored to life that does not float A Wolf swallows Woolf whole Hungry for something - “other than” ; Submerged, what is not seen is swimming below a sharp clean surface her dissolving shadow found through slender fingers wide spread and ink stained running through shallow waters and swaying reeds, something forgotten like touching her child’s hair combed with a soft brush; free diving deeper baptised, she touches Heaven baby’s breath and almond scented Erin lilies like milk, the sweetest let-down, she drinks it all in ignored by charlatans all bored with their own faux wisdom apathy flexes fits and moulds around a body of work sinks in deep and dry a sunken treasure to be found some time much later bound to tell a story that travels down stream The Wolf’s pockets weighted with black treasure open wide and beckoning arms cast wanton alms for plenty dreams and sweet reckoning infancy embraced again the sleep of sleeps and candour like opium is taken in, read, edited, then, silently missed a Final Draft is written Read again Read again ; (LadyLabyrinth/2019) for my daughter Georgia https://youtu.be/BpyR9VxRRUo Freefall/Robin Guthrie “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf 1. Virginia Woolf https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Woolf 2. The Let-down Reflex. 3. https://projectsemicolon.com/ https://www.facebook.com/projectsemicolon/ https://twitter.com/projsemicolon?lang=en 4. Beyond Blue https://www.beyondblue.org.au/