Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Six Wolves Lay

I wrote this after an ER visit with my daughter who suffers from chronic Lyme disease and co-infections.

Six Wolves Lay

We’re letting her sleep, said the nurse,
head bobbing in her own agreement
until I wrestled her eyes still,
until I made her understand this was
how my daughter’s seizures presented.

Snarling, someone better move their ass,
I wrapped leather around her fingers,
Grampa’s pouch in her hand there,
resting upon her chest.

Six wolves lay round my bed,
she said when finally the meds
let her come back to me.
Six wolves lay in protective
spread watching, she said.

She smiled with hand to chest,
Here, she whispered, here’s
where Grampa lay watching me;
I could feel the weight of his
great grey head and five others
on the bed, she said to me.


  1. I truly believe that those we love never entirely leave us and use artifacts myself to ward off difficult situations.

  2. I'm visiting this blog today for the first time. You are amazingly prolific, and so much of it is wonderful. This poem, Six Wolves Lay, is one of the best things I've read in a very long time. Powerful imagery, internal rhyme just so, the antiseptic and pastoral intersection of her struggle...wonderful. I'll be back. -Guy

  3. Thank you so much for very kind words Guy...I'll be back to yours also. Hope you will join me in the November poem-a-day challenge. I'll post the link on your blog.

  4. Grey Wolf's Medicine pouch was given to me by him, as he lay dying. He visits my daughter often, in her hardest times, to help us both through.

  5. Thanks for the link and your thoughts on the poems in my blog. I'm not sure I can make a poem a day, but I'll know soon enough.

    Tonight I'm putting 40 copies of my November poem in the box outside on the corner. I'll post it in the blog tomorrow.