Wolves at my Door!

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Wolves at my door, fleece by my feet. the
strangers that came stab at thee.

Blood drips upon this torn soldier and his ground.
and the wolves choose him not, for he is not one
of them, and would not be considered even if he were
and were around.

Trickles of blood fill shoe to my head. as my
spirit rages in the lost soul that it contains. the stan
is wounded and the spirit expresses it's rage.

bEgone the wolves of night that harbour your daggers
in fleece jackets. for consumed by silence that worst
punishment indeed, begon the wolves of night aspers
they think and see.

Silence the fools and make them pounder and plead
for word, the wounded soul will not let the other take
no more

Ghosthunter, your poem of wolves reminded me to pick up a long lost friend…a book entitled, Women Who Run with the Wolves.

Here are some links if anyone’s interested to read a few excerps (or perhaps re-familiarize yourself with this book).

This is a very good book for women and also for men who wish to understand more about women.

http://www.elexion.com/lakota/textos/texto31b.htm#intro

http://www.healingspacecoaching.com/estes.html
Here are a few quotes from Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes
"Being able to say that one is a survivor is an accomplishment. For many, the power is in the name itself. And yet comes a time in the individuation process when the threat or trauma is significantly past. Then is the time to go to the next stage after survivorship, to healing and thriving. ... One can take so much pride in being a survivor that it becomes a hazard to further creative development. ... Once the threat is past, there is a potential trap in calling ourselves by names taken on during the most terrible time of our lives. It creates a mind-set that is potentially limiting. It is not good to base the soul identity solely on the feats and losses and victories of the bad times." (pp.210, 211)

"Do not cringe and make yourself small if you are called the black sheep, the maverick, the lone wolf. Those with slow seeing say a nonconformist is a blight on society. But it has been proven over the centuries, that being different means standing at the edge, means one is practically guaranteed to make an original contribution, a useful and stunning contribution to her culture." (p.212)

Thanks for the reminder

This reminds me of a song by Radiohead called "A Wolf at the Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.)" from their album Hail to the Thief (The Gloaming).

I love things with wolves, dark woods and cottages out in the wild with them.

Ghostie,

All families have arguments, minunderstandings, differences of opinions, times when we don't see eye to eye.

You're family....You are part of my wrongplanet family. You can't get rid of me that easily

Besides, other than my sons and grandsons, this is the only family I have and l loves ya all

Your better than me at it Irish Gaelic. I dont have a clue what you wrote. I was brought up in Scotland where English is the predominate language (some areas in the highlands and islands and islands continue to speak gaelic but nearly all speak english too) with some Scots words and regional pronunciations thrown into the mix. Most people would probably struggle to understand anything im saying if i posted here the same as people speak in Glasgow. Oh and my name also means "wealthy protector". I wish.

Quite interesting. We are so often standing in the blood of others.