Wolf Woman

Wolf Woman

She howls as she goes out
To collect those bones…
Puts them in her burden basket
And takes them home…
Those dry, dry bones that once held life.

She sings,
Tears flowing down her cheeks—
Note by note, tear by tear
Seeping into
Those dry, dry bones that once held life.

Her vigil of prayerfulness,
Tenderly, caressingly,
She cleanses, mends, and
Sculpts…
Those less dry bones that will re-hold life.

She howls, creates, loves.
She knows, waits, cries.
She sees, laughs, sings.
Then she touches
Those flesh covered bones that now hold life.
(C) 6 December 1994, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.