The Jealous Wolf
October 31, 2013
The jealous wolf inside a double heart,
the kynde wrong that settles never down,
grows wilder now with days and years apart
and seeks attention formerly hers to own.
You are a hidden gem, a gem now lost,
and if she could, she’d hoard you for herself.
She’d keep you unavysed for solas
and soak the seeds of knowledge from your shelf.
But be it that our boundaries are best unbroken
The wolf at bay remains at bay bemused
by howls of a sikerly heart unspoken
and calmed by distant waves, a light diffused.
But is the wolf at fault for her own sadness?
The question rests or brings about some madness.