In
a moment life can change
A
million possibilities
Created
by thought and leisured inaction
Are
ripped away into but one furrow
And
even the concept of possibility
Is
made redundant by
The
ever present certainty of
The
ever present present
Its
happening
Its
happening now
Wolf
wakes, scent-warning, nose-burning,
Fight
or flight, this my mate,
You
are carcass walking
You
are the to-be-shredded
The
under-pup who becomes food,
Carcass
walking
Leave
or Die
Now.
Ardent
sees he must attack
Brandishes
harpoon and ice axe
Crouches,
focussed, makes advance
Knows
he doesn’t stand a chance
Romantic
fool, you chose to die
In
foreign field, under grey sky ?
You
think it right ? It is obscene
To
die before your love, your Queen
You
march to death O best of men ?
What
use to any are you then ?
Heroic
couplets are no use
Pissing
in fear to fill your boots
All
flashes before him
He
makes a grab and
Picks
up snow trodden pelt
In
an instant it is done.
From
torpor risen
Unexpected
guest arrives
Unbidden,
belov’d
Thinks
of springs new buds
Perhaps
a summer queen again
Still
now, lust pauses
Sheer
delight, then fear,
A
dread finale opens
No
time for straight thoughts
This
is no true choice
Made
on the wind with cast bones
Mind
alert for signs
This
is confusion
Witch’s
hardness cuts through all
Her
wand comes to hand
Ardent
puts on pelt
She
flinches at old magic
White
wolf now gainst grey
A
frozen moment of dagger time
Then
its teeth against teeth
Throat
to throat
Claw
paws belly raking
Seeking
to disembowel.
Their
lover, aghast
Sees
fountains of red
Roschach
the surrounding snow
Into
the direst runes.
No
winners here
This
is hel’s gate.
But
woman’s hardness cuts through all
Wand
raised as if to blast all
Such
power
Unused
for ages
Crackles
into life
In
an unpleasance of overfamilarity.
All
is now doubt
Two
wolves sense a seismic shift
And
cease combat. And quail.
Wolf
speaks first,
A
more refined ferocity
Pack
mother chose now so we may hunt
and
eat the defeated.
Quite
a speech for him
But
Ardent wolf added no more
To
this stark and feral eloquence
The
agony of choice
No
longer pure, overwhelmed
Wildfire
burns in rage
We
wait a lifetime
No
choices suit one and all
Statues
in the snow.
Wounds
ache, heartstrings ache,
Elements
of compromise ?
Ardent
wolf growling
In
ancient lands, still strange to me
Their
exists a mystery
Orpheus
and Eurydice.
She
had two husbands
If
I recall,
One
for summer
One
for fall
Wolf
sits in on haunches
Hunting
and mating here is good
Hunting
and mating there is good
And,
thinking the deal done,
Licks
his wounds
And
ignores the others
He
is alive
That
is ,at least, a result.
You
two dare share me ?
Crows
settle on palace roof
Hoping
for mayhem.
She
too considers
Reaches
her own conclusion
Shows
cunning and love
Wand
burns with purpose
Old
wilder hearts may quake now
I make my own luck
Daring
her wyrd skill
She
combines two souls two skins
As
one before her
Instinct
and ferocity
Romance
and politesse
A
beast with a poet’s imagination
You
tell me if she did wrong.
Shaken,
and also deeply stirred
The
Ardent Shackleton mark two
Adjusting
instinctively,
to
his role as spokesperson
asks
of her , with clear blue eyes,
You
saved us, my love, why ?
And
she whom he could now call again his Jenny
Smiled
a summer’s smile
But
with a few tears and said
I
had many letters from your sister,
A
little wild, but sweet ,precise
Saddened
by our first defeat,
Asked
after me, and my lands,
How
things prospered here with me
My
favourite dress, what I thought nice
Talked
to me as a sister might
And
I missed what I had not got
So
Ardent Wolf, your Shackle’s gone
Will
you now take me as a wife ?
No
longer half the world away
And
twice the man he’d ever been
Ardent
Wolf as pirate prowls
And
brings back treasures for his Queen.
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