I’m writing again.
I’m writing a wolf.
I write that his coat gleams like ice,
that his eyes shine like sunlight on snow.
The wolf says “no”.
I write his hunger. I write his belly
clenching against his spine,
his teeth biting down on air.
No.
I write the scent of life
clinging to leaf and twig,
a red thread running
through a labyrinth.
No.
I write the paw prints
ink on paper
the trail cutting away
to the horizon
I am drawn to writing about wolves at the moment. I don’t know why. I’m just writing it out of my system. This is for the dVerse Meet the Bar night.
Sarah writes poems 