Wolf at Heart
2007 by Ellin Anderson


Ellin Anderson

My heart still holds the crimson heat
Of fire like a distant spark,
Whose brazen lure of burning meat
Had drawn me through the dripping dark,

Where golden eyes met mine, and burned
With canine warmth and gratitude,
And as I shared her scraps, I learned
That love's a chain, and hate is food.

I guard my master, and I hate
His foes, as if they were my own;
I love the hearthside, and my mate —
My wolf's heart leaps for her alone.

The fire's confined, as are the tribes;
The snowy sheep are bought and sold,
But still, my tether circumscribes
An arc of field, an arc of fold

Enclosing blackness I have rent
With silent gaze, through tireless eyes;
For those with curious intent,
I can provide one last surprise.

I broke my own law to be tame;
I am my master's contraband,
I share the love, but not the blame,
Which cannot touch that hallowed hand

Where winter wastes are holy ground,
With moon-stark shadows, black on white,
And like the cold, I make no sound,
Because I save my strength to bite.



  © 2007 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved. No part of  this work may be copied or used in any way without written  permission from the author.


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