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Growling like a wolf
This leaf fell
Onto hard paving
Slabs of grey
Worn and cracked
Struggling to rise again
In a swirling breeze
Like an ice skater
Or a ballet dancer,
Pirouetting
In tight circles
Plummeting suddenly
Down and dead.
The Moon’s out
Quite low
Shining through branches
Broken into bits.
Misty clouds
Wrap it
In darkness
Then it escapes
It’s lighthouse beams
Shining out.
Lunacy of Selene
Glints on teeth
Ready to snap
Jumping up
A wolf abroad
This night…
Leaf like a skull, seen in Wales, four years ago. I kept the photo and never forgot it. Seen at Holywell in North Wales. In the church yard there. I liked the shades of colour. Grey and cream. The veins in the leaf like joints in the bones. A tongue, mouth and nose and eye could be recognised? Like a wizened wolf.
Playing with a pattern and creating a bear. Mouth down in the water, drinking from a stream. It was almost a sheep but them I added a big nose. I digitally drew over a pattern I had hand drawn on paper. Then mirrored the images. I think it could also be a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Pareidolia in a tion again.
Full/harvest moon tonight. The howling started about an hour ago. Somewhere up the mountain there must be a wolf? I didn’t know they had them in Wales.
We are staying in a holiday let, a caravan. I got it online as a late booking. Yes I know, but the reception isn’t very good round here. I’ll call you back later.
Hi again, yes I know its late, but Jeff didn’t come back. I don’t know where he is and I didn’t know who else to phone? Police? No, I don’t think I need them….
Thanks for ringing back, I’ve found my charger now, got it plugged in so I should be able to talk. No he’s still not back, the car has gone so I think he must have gone to the village. Yes there’s a pub… Yes he might have gone there. Guess I will have to wait until closing time….. Did you hear that? Yes it was a howl, I think it’s getting closer……. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr……..
Howling against the wind,
The wolf sits atop the mountain.
Moon shines down on glistening snow.
Quelling fear I walk on,
In darkness amid the trees.
Wolves leap along the track,
Their green eyed glow, reflected by my torch,
Stay to one side of me
Fearful of the stranger in their realm.
Howl back at the moon,
Step quiet in the dark,
Leave fear behind in the old town,
Come out and see the shining stars
And howl against the dark.
I dont live in a country with wolves, but a lot of the stories about them attacking are apparently mythical. However I would not want to be bitten by one, they could carry diseases like rabies. Wolves are powerful predators, they are pack animals and follow a dominant male and female pair. I would love to see a real one in the wild, but not in captivity. I saw the pelt of one at the weekend at a Saxon reinactment. I hope it was old and historic and not a recent purchase.
Howling against the dark and wind feels like how it would be, icy cold, your breath turning into ice crystals. The feeling of wide spaces and high hills. Freedom, Beauty, life.
Mallaband-Brown