Wolf Run

[MichaelFirewalker]

half your grey wolves
go running ahead
and half of your greys
run behind

you run dead center
to hold this strong pack
and the call of the wild
is the call of your mind

fierce creature of storms
savvy tracker through snows
light dancer on unmelting ice
how high is the merciless price
of the glistening truth you will
buy with your life as you run out
your youth below pitiless
color-streaked skies

and who are those phantoms who blow
haunting you through endless nights
while across this frozen tundra you go
howling inside your feral white glow
keening it desolate desperate and long
instinctively drawn to your last sacred
dash up to the lapis lazuli sky to spin
with the snow-feathered swan inside
the blue of the pale Northern Cross

[Jarlsbane - Michael Ray Cotner]

i've read this through twice.. i like it but need to come back and comment later when i can spend a little more time

[David Nelson Bradsher]

Not from a poetical standpoint, M, but does the lead wolf run in the middle of the pack?

I like the unexpected and shifting endrhymes, and your usual descriptiveness.

[MichaelFirewalker]

Michael Ray [name's beautiful; it has lovely sounds]----do please come back because I need help with this one...

David----you are right, I used a little poetic license there----but I do need help with this one----someone on another site called this poem esoteric fluff----it's supposed to read faster and faster, like a wolf run itself----and it has the native spiritual component of the arctic wolf's spirit rising into the stars [the Northern Cross] after she runs her life out trying to survive in the arctic----there are native myths about that kind of thing----it's also an allegory for human survival----anyway, those were my intentions----but I mught have missed th mark pretty bad, and need to know...

thanks guys,
michael