A flash of amber eyes
in the twilight of the woods
is answered with a growl
from my own throat.
I don’t claim to be a good
mother, but I can howl
and have a fierce heart,
red as a hood.
I gather them in the heat
of my lupine love again,
child and grandchild safe
at the sagging teats
of an ageing alpha female,
together in grandmother’s den.
Kim M. Russell, 4th November 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Monday with Wild Woman: The Wolf Mother
Sherry shares a passage from The Memory Palace by Mira Bartók, which she says is one of the best memoirs she’s ever read. It describes the wolf mother beautifully. Sherry says the passage really speaks to her and wonders where it takes us: to wolf families vanishing from the landscape, starving, losing their habitat, and their lives to a hunter’s gun; or to the mothers we have lost.
Sherry asks us to answer the wolf’s call with poems about wilderness and wolves, domesticity and mothers, daughters and sons, or our own fierce love for our children.
writing in north norfolk 
There is more to nourishment than milk…
Nicely done, KR.
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Cheers Ron!
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Fierce and strong – you really capture mother wolf
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Thanks Jae!
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Fierce love makes grandmother’s den the safest place in the world! I love this, Kim!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Such a strong lineage. I particularly liked “I don’t claim to be a good mother” as it draws in the idea of the big bad wolf. But in this instance it is the wolf’s protectiveness that saves the child and grandchild while in the woods. It feels like an interesting twist to the red riding hood nursery rhyme and the role of grandmother.
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You’ve really got the poem, Lori, which makes me very happy. Thank you!
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I like the allusion to Little Red Riding Hood and the comparison with the heart of a mother.
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🙂
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Love the ferocious devotion in your poem.
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Thank you, Teresa.
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devotion extended in the maternal lineage only get stronger and fiercer… love it.
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Howl!
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Many mammals have this family support from the grandmothers (includining our own) which maintains a family bond over the years. I always feel sad for the wolves, foxes and dingos have been given a bad name merely by them being independent rather than be subservient to humans. Great poem Kim.
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Thank you, Robin. My parents were lived with my grandparents when I was born. my grandparents had also supported friends and family who were bombed out or were refugees during the war. I lived with my grandparents while my parents worked hard at their broken marriage and my grandmother was always my tower of strength.
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I don’t fully comprehend the mother thing not being a mother, but I llove the image of the nurturing grandmother. The alpha female…good one!
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🙂
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This is wonderfully warm and loving Kim. Beautiful write. I keep my children and grandson ever in my loving and protective embrace. I would risk injury, even death to protect them — I ‘ve done it.
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Thanks Rob.
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I don’t claim to be a good
mother, but I can howl
and have a fierce heart,
red as a hood.
I love the whole movement and intention of these lines. So good!
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Oh, this phrase alone, Kim: “lupine love”
Beautiful! Love the persona work!
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Thank you kindly, Frank!
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