Barrow Of She-wolf

• Rachael Hart, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Upon the mantel of a mortal sits and elder crown
Darling heath of royal purple on a bed of brown,
Black and startling crimson decorate her breast
Sparkled orbs of wooden hazel gaze at pale crest.

In her essence, to the deepest of her sense
Is the tender softly affection that is ever hence,
A kindly sight and cozy scent to those born anew
The dearly gentle mother nestled beside morning dew.

Behind tangling bramble so tranquil that all do see
When mask of masquerade she wears no longer be,
Hidden is a temple cast of unbroken and sturdy stone
Fierce and flightless in all of blood and of bone.