Blue Moon Wolf,
Pulled to your knees,
Why bow down?
When the Moon pleases thee.

Heavy is the heart,
That has to howl twice,
Twice in a cycle,
A throat full of fire,
Never will suffice.

Your joyful howl bellows,
Once a month,
Out your mouth.
Not the Blue Moon…
She brings you more pain,
Twice in one month,
Too much agony sustains,
Heartache is why you scream.

Blue Moon Wolf,
Cry cry cry,
Rivers of shivers and tears,
Your howl rakes the world,
Shaking awake,
Our darkest fears.

Loss of limb,
Loss of life,
Loss of food,
The world in strife,
Nothing is so harsh for you,
Poor Wolf of the Blue Moon.

Tearing at fissures,
Millennia old sutures,
Humanity pays the toll,
Gaia cannot sustain,
Listening…
To your howl of pain,
Blue Moon Wolf.

Poem and Artwork©2022 “I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be”
Lady Kate Phillips