Wolf

Poem By Keki Daruwalla

Fire-lit
half silhouette and half myth
the wolf circles my past
treading the leaves into a bed
till he sleeps, black snout
on extended paws.
Black snout on sulphur body
he nudged his way
into my consciousness.
Prowler, wind-sniffer, throat-catcher,
his cries drew a ring
around my night;
a child's night is a village
on the forest edge.
My mother said
his ears stand up
at the fall of dew
he can sense a shadow
move across a hedge
on a dark night;
he can sniff out
your approaching dreams;
there is nothing
that won't be lit up
by the dark torch of his eyes.
The wolves have been slaughtered now.
A hedge of smoking gun-barrels
rings my daughter's dreams.

[From 'The Glass-Blower: Selected Poems']

Comments about Wolf

A magnificent style. Quite direct and simple imagery but completely captivating. I enjoy this poet's fearless expressiveness.
he nudged his way into my consciousness. Prowler, wind-sniffer, throat-catcher, his cries drew a ring.. Very good poem. tony
Dreams about clever sniffing wolf being killed by gun shot surely serve as nightmare! Thanks for sharing this one of a kind poem here!
life in nightmare! ! !
Wolf! ! ! ! Forest's edge. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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