Of Women and Wolves

let’s talk about
our bleeding hearts,
what it mean
to call those bloody parts
by their names…
yes, here we are
telling stories
about them,
telling stories about
women and wolves.

there are also stories–corollaries–
to those lupine tales
of feminine triumph and guile,
(stories of the torn, the disappeared and devoured)
elegies…

and to whom would we show those to?

so let’s us
weave with words
epistolary and elevated,
eloquent and ebeneous.
let’s tell us our secrets
and set each other free.

and then
we can walk
down by the river
deep, and dark
with told secrets,
cold silent secrets
told in winds and moans
and shrieks of lightening
shimmering, flashing and
dancing to the earth
in sudden summons.

our pockets will be
full of stones there,
down by the river deep.
our mouths will be safe,
closed over all
the words we spoke,
the secrets
we shared for keeps…

and the words
we wished we had said
(and the words that wished we had said them too)…
why, they shall be
our catechism,
our communion
for sisters of blood
and dull loss
and bright victory
over empty wombs
and hurt that looms,
lurking and lappaceous.

and those wolves,
those lonely wolves
shall fall silent,
denied their howls
by ours, and
words spoken
and unspoken,
our silence shattered
and unbroken,
our secrets shared
for keeps.

and the river
will ever again
always be ours
and carry the flow
of our tales,
our stories of
women and wolves

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7 thoughts on “Of Women and Wolves

  1. “and the words
    we wished we had said…
    (and the words that wished we had said them too)
    why, they shall be our catechism,
    our communion
    for sisters of blood
    and dull loss
    and bright victory
    over empty wombs
    and hurt that looms
    lurking and lappaceous.”

    So, here’s the thing. the first 3 lines “and the words we wished we had said….(and the words that wished we had said them too) just grabbed hold of me. I love the sound of those words and the feel of those words- just those 3 lines. And I kept reading and my heart just ached and, well, I just sighed. You blow me away with your talent!

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  3. “so lets us
    weave with words
    epistolary and elevated,
    eloquent and ebeneous.
    let’s tell us our secrets
    and set each other free.”

    Yes.
    Let us.
    Set each other.
    F.r.e.e.

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