Mother Wolf (Poem)


Wolf of many hours
your time it moans away,
birth iridescent radiance,
take the younglings
that once strayed.

Bathe them strong
in forest streams.
Raise them, milk them
for the sake.
Keep the spindle turning
though it’s blood that slakes.

 

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This poem was published in the New Agora online journal, February 12, 2020. Such a gesture represents an extraordinary crossover between the white-positive and conscious/spiritual/alternative health spheres. The times are changing.

This poem was published in Europa Sun magazine, Issue 5, June 2018

Image: Bronze Wolf’s head, 1st century AD

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