The howl of the wolf knows no curfew
for as long as the moonlight shines
it’s a haunting hungry frenzy
of unearthly longing
for restoration
and respite
from those who belong,
from those who sleep
or feed snuffling quietly
so as not to disturb,
or draw attention
to their nightlife.
The howl of the wolf knows no curfew,
it cries of anguish and loss
a howling for home,
the home he had
before
he came here,
an uneasy alien
pleading,
longing,
crying
for
a different moon,
in another place,
his place
the place
where he is
complete,
restored,
replete
at rest
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Howling Wolf
by Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
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