WOLVES
[1911: mountain village in the southern Apeninnes]
They came down
from the hills
riding an icy wind
lost in the white and gray
of a winter’s day.
into each village and town
they roamed
looking to feed
looking to kill
driven by hunger’s pain
They smelled the dying
and the dead
scratched at the earth
of the newest tomb
hungered for the flesh
still in a mother’s womb
the men had gone to war
the women left on their own,
My father was born that winter’s night
and the wolves came scratching
at the door.
Comments
Fantastic images
Of an isolated log cabin with wolves baying while the birth is occurring
Thank you. Actually, the
Thank you. Actually, the village had brick or stone homes.My grandmother lived in an abandoned church,
excellent
wolf
and home coming of your pop
else how would you have created
such a lovely poem on wolves ...
its all circumstantial too..
Thank you my friend, A true
Thank you my friend, A true story. My gandmother, her mother,and 5 sisters lived it.
Hi Joe
Far too many have forgotten (thank you Walt Disney) that having wolves at the door was once something to be terrified of. Thanks for the reminder............stan
Joe
A great write of raw nature, your ref to 1911 is that from stories told to you or just a thought of things to do ???
It is many years since the Wolves were here to roam wild and the Bears,
but I do know that they keep a pack of them just outside of Rome where Romulus and Remus were reared by a Wolf, they being the founders of Rome..
Keep writing Joe these are good, Yours Ian.T
True story told to me by my
True story told to me by my paterna lgandmother in the dialect s rough and harsh s the soil of her native town,Domanico, province of Cosenza.
joe
edge of wilds
great story poem Geremia
The wolf is intelligent and built
for hunting....its eyes are something
its voice also...Nature is not removed
at all...In places left alone the wolves
return....I like stories authentic of the
raw flavour of living....The edge of the
ancient wilderness where all exist
and co exist
humans giving birth and rearing young
and wolves too
sharing the land
and overlapping
with knowledge of each
the fear of each other
a journey
like life
like death
thank you
It is all about Daewin, I
It is all about Daewin, I guess. Thanks, Steven,
joe