Thursday 26 September 2013

m a r r i a g e (wolf part three)


And as it always always goes,
In warmer lands or in the snows
Once Lust is slaked, then something goes
From Lovers within their afterglow

Find their dwelling full,
Not of bedroom love
or newly minted  heirlooms, memories  of play
But a brood of hairy snappers
With to-die-for eyes
Beseeching milk and meat,
Making their own chaos
Shredding the fragile truce
Between Queen and her Lover, Wolf.

Child-cubs grow
Flicking between wolf and human
Wheedling and whining
To whoever gives them what they need.
Children of ferocity and lone grandeur ,
Show no mercy to one another,

You can’t use magic to feed your kids
So Witch becomes mother,
Magic redundant
Feeds Cubs food and love
And so much more

Wolf–as-human fights
Human-as–wolf
When wolf: no love, just find them meat
And watch them fight
Protecting the strongest:
Wolf training wolf.

When human,
A heart full of  love
Cuddling, cradling,
Play fighting
Sleeping with the runt
And feeding it the choicest scraps,
Grooming and combing
All their young pelts

As Witch mother works white boned fingers
To an even more white boned look,
She loses the leisure to alert herself
That Wolf and Human fight,
No time to renew
Lust’s spells to bind him to himself
And his gorgeous and forbidden
twofold self to her.

Wolf, rubber-banding fast
Between mind and instinct
Between skin and pelt
Sees witch, less as lover
And more of an annoying den-mate,
Who howls in her sleep
And leaves her bones in other’s beds.
But human irritation
habitually brushed off lightly by a good night’s sleep
When seen through wolf’s fight and flight,
Became ferocity itself.

And without a word e’er being said
Parents’ rage make child-cubs cower
And matters come to dreadful head
as mum and dad fight for their power
Teeth are bared , a wand is raised
And as one both scream “behave”
And then a deep shudder is felt
As human wins, wolf drops his pelt.
Hurls wolfskin into witch’s face
And turns and walks out from that place,
I’d have cut it off you, if you’d stayed
She screams, in rage, I’ll see you flayed
Wolf knows nothing but his need to go,
Cue distant footprints across the snow.

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