Wolf Moon, Goddess Fire

Ellen Cordery: Wolf Moon, Goddess Fire

I raised myself to be a wild wolf,learned young to attune to night sounds,
sharpened my fangs,
my sixth sense,
by necessity
to survive the
heart’s harsh winter.

My claimed territory encircles
a pine clearing.
I haunt around the edges,
loping
from tree to tree to tree,
hackles high, growl low,
shining night eyes
mirroring bonfire light.
I am consumed by the bone deep terror of fire
shared by all wild creatures.

She beckons me from the center of
her signal fire.
come. dance.
Goddess, you are burning me
with enviable light.

Instead, I snarl and slink
away through the pines
to mournfully howl
at the moon.

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