What's up? I'm bored and have nothing politically relevant to say. Knowing that that never stopped me before, I'm going to publish a suite of poems about wolves. They are called, respectively, Wolfsong, Moonsong, and Nightsong, and were written every one by me.
Wolfsong
When summer’s laughing creek in silence sleeps,
Its timeless water hard as any stone,
And billows gauche like steam against clear air,
The breath of sleek-furred cervids as they roam
Through buried fields or at the sprawling feet
Of slumbering trees, denuded to the last
Of Autumn’s leaves, in vain perhaps to seek,
From frozen bark and snow-bound shoots repast
That’s when the sky is opal with the glow
That makes the hunters’ golden eyes delight
In sun-loosed rays on deep, new-fallen snow,
Reflected in the sacred eye of night
That from on high descend to white-clad earth
And paint in shades of blue and white and grey,
The low-walled valleys of the nevean plain
That mark the footfalls of their fleeing prey
Though cold the night and cruel the nightwind’s sting
The winter’s expiration is unfelt
The blood runs hot to lean, well-muscled limbs;
A fire burns beneath the snowy pelt
And ceaseless is the beating of the drum
That rules the tide of fire’s ebb and flow
And feeds the drive whose force cannot be curbed
Till hunger fades and crimson stains the snow
They run beneath the moon rung-round with cloud
Amidst the stars that fill the blue-black sky,
Above the shadows of the hallowed trees,
And on the wind is bourn their timeless cry
More noble is the one who fears to fail,
than is the selfsame one who fears to try
More Shameful is the one who fears to live,
Than is the selfsame one who fears to die
More powerful the one who deigns to give,
than is the one who from the giver takes
But righteous is the one who kills to live
As is the one who dies for Living’s sake.
Moonsong
When long the final pink-fringed Cloud
Of sunset was pearl-white
Or faded into darkness,
Un-illumed by brilliance bright
That shone as deep and mellow
As the echoes of a bell,
Resounding in the hollows
of Sequanna’s water well
I walked along the milk-white way
That wound across blue grass
which swayed as might an ocean sway,
In waves, when wind flowed past
And rustled in the old oak trees
That overhung the creeks,
That they could whisper secret truths
Of which men never speak
And as I went, I looked upon
The sacred Eye of night
That showered across the gulf of time
her soft and pallid light
And looked over our Mother, Earth
Embracing Father Sky,
The one turned silver by the light
The other let pass by,
Just as she had in days of old
Upon my bygone kin
Remembering a covenant
That she will not resend
A solemn pact, not shaped by words,
But binding none-the-less,
Geed witness to by ancient beings,
Who have no fear of Death
A promise she would light the way
Before our running feet
When in the dark, light-loving eyes
Need guide our sojourns fleet
That each night when her face was hid,
Scarce one in twenty nine,
She always would return to us
One petal at a time,
And finally, if we
Encounter danger on the trail,
That she would share with us her strength,
And help us to prevail
All this on the condition,
That we prove to her our worth,
By always treading lightly
On the Giving Mother, Earth,
And not disturb the clarity
Of sleeping father sky
That Moon may look upon them
As contentedly they lie
Together, in the mystic night
And there appear to her
As beautiful throughout all time
As at her hour of birth
And so I went confidence
As on the path did wind
For though I seemed to walk alone,
I know I had a friend,
Who watches with the distant stars
Revealing by her light
My travels in the world below:
The Sacred Eye of Night
Nightsong
O Blessed Night
Protectoress of Hunters
Whose Eye, the Moon all-seeing
Floats across the shale-black sky
Clad in Darkness,
Dressed in Dew,
The wind your voice,
The night birds, too
And every creature
who makes move the once-still air
Bejeweled with stars
Keeper of Secrets
You can hold sacred
What I confide
Guardian of Mysteries
Quiet enchantress
Don’t show the ones who seek me
Where I hide
Day Chaser, follow day
Clear the sky, and show the way
the moon-dog ran
after he stole the People’s grain
Twilight’s Promise, you might be
Tomorrow, Dawn’s vague memory
But for now you are the world,
And so remain
So hide me in your secrecy
And let me share your Shadow cloak
Abide my eye within your eye
As it abides the sun
Dress me in your shifting mists
And let me see but be unseen;
Conceal me from my enemies
Until your brother comes
Do you like them? If so, let me know; if not, I regret to say that I'm more or less uninterested in your opinion. It's not that I can't take criticism - I just prefer praise.
Wolfsong
When summer’s laughing creek in silence sleeps,
Its timeless water hard as any stone,
And billows gauche like steam against clear air,
The breath of sleek-furred cervids as they roam
Through buried fields or at the sprawling feet
Of slumbering trees, denuded to the last
Of Autumn’s leaves, in vain perhaps to seek,
From frozen bark and snow-bound shoots repast
That’s when the sky is opal with the glow
That makes the hunters’ golden eyes delight
In sun-loosed rays on deep, new-fallen snow,
Reflected in the sacred eye of night
That from on high descend to white-clad earth
And paint in shades of blue and white and grey,
The low-walled valleys of the nevean plain
That mark the footfalls of their fleeing prey
Though cold the night and cruel the nightwind’s sting
The winter’s expiration is unfelt
The blood runs hot to lean, well-muscled limbs;
A fire burns beneath the snowy pelt
And ceaseless is the beating of the drum
That rules the tide of fire’s ebb and flow
And feeds the drive whose force cannot be curbed
Till hunger fades and crimson stains the snow
They run beneath the moon rung-round with cloud
Amidst the stars that fill the blue-black sky,
Above the shadows of the hallowed trees,
And on the wind is bourn their timeless cry
More noble is the one who fears to fail,
than is the selfsame one who fears to try
More Shameful is the one who fears to live,
Than is the selfsame one who fears to die
More powerful the one who deigns to give,
than is the one who from the giver takes
But righteous is the one who kills to live
As is the one who dies for Living’s sake.
Moonsong
When long the final pink-fringed Cloud
Of sunset was pearl-white
Or faded into darkness,
Un-illumed by brilliance bright
That shone as deep and mellow
As the echoes of a bell,
Resounding in the hollows
of Sequanna’s water well
I walked along the milk-white way
That wound across blue grass
which swayed as might an ocean sway,
In waves, when wind flowed past
And rustled in the old oak trees
That overhung the creeks,
That they could whisper secret truths
Of which men never speak
And as I went, I looked upon
The sacred Eye of night
That showered across the gulf of time
her soft and pallid light
And looked over our Mother, Earth
Embracing Father Sky,
The one turned silver by the light
The other let pass by,
Just as she had in days of old
Upon my bygone kin
Remembering a covenant
That she will not resend
A solemn pact, not shaped by words,
But binding none-the-less,
Geed witness to by ancient beings,
Who have no fear of Death
A promise she would light the way
Before our running feet
When in the dark, light-loving eyes
Need guide our sojourns fleet
That each night when her face was hid,
Scarce one in twenty nine,
She always would return to us
One petal at a time,
And finally, if we
Encounter danger on the trail,
That she would share with us her strength,
And help us to prevail
All this on the condition,
That we prove to her our worth,
By always treading lightly
On the Giving Mother, Earth,
And not disturb the clarity
Of sleeping father sky
That Moon may look upon them
As contentedly they lie
Together, in the mystic night
And there appear to her
As beautiful throughout all time
As at her hour of birth
And so I went confidence
As on the path did wind
For though I seemed to walk alone,
I know I had a friend,
Who watches with the distant stars
Revealing by her light
My travels in the world below:
The Sacred Eye of Night
Nightsong
O Blessed Night
Protectoress of Hunters
Whose Eye, the Moon all-seeing
Floats across the shale-black sky
Clad in Darkness,
Dressed in Dew,
The wind your voice,
The night birds, too
And every creature
who makes move the once-still air
Bejeweled with stars
Keeper of Secrets
You can hold sacred
What I confide
Guardian of Mysteries
Quiet enchantress
Don’t show the ones who seek me
Where I hide
Day Chaser, follow day
Clear the sky, and show the way
the moon-dog ran
after he stole the People’s grain
Twilight’s Promise, you might be
Tomorrow, Dawn’s vague memory
But for now you are the world,
And so remain
So hide me in your secrecy
And let me share your Shadow cloak
Abide my eye within your eye
As it abides the sun
Dress me in your shifting mists
And let me see but be unseen;
Conceal me from my enemies
Until your brother comes
Do you like them? If so, let me know; if not, I regret to say that I'm more or less uninterested in your opinion. It's not that I can't take criticism - I just prefer praise.