A hot bodied wolf
Eager to unwrap a silk cocoon
Wrapped in a green scarf
What’s next for this wee lady
She’s lost in a body of fire
She’s tired of a common entire
All of time she waits
A longing to decide her future
Dreams of snow, mountains
Pine trees yearn for their roots
Yet their entire is lost in the woods
The wishing well of green hoods
Special dandelions and petals
Grow and flourish of goods
Does she yearn, wait and will
Maybe one day a gift of growth
Will return her in her most
For now she whispers to her ghost
A tall glass of ale
Is all that she must let prevail
Of her wishes to lust, tire and pale
A skin pigment of a dark tale
O’ scene of want –
Please don’t ache with taunt
Maybe one day
Her trunk of trust may
Pillow of followers Lillie to lay
For she will wait: for this day
Amen to us all for May.
Admittedly drank a few too many pints of ale when I wrote this, hence there’s the wobbliness of it all. I’ve decided to keep the original structure and most of the words. Interesting..
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