based on the Jack London subliminal Id  of the primeval wolf dog . A departure from the heroes normal romantic tone

The Call of the Wild by M.A.Meddings

And in the sepulcred  woods
I sat against the oaken bier
and waited for what ?
The Hounds of Darkness to come?
I can hear them out in the forest
Baying like yesterdays discretions
There hot breath scorching 
The Flora as they run.
And ere they pounce
I have but one defence
A single arrow
Aimed at the heart
Of the leading dog
And he stricken will fall
To be set upon by  the pack
In the will to survive
For that is the call of the wild



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Written on 2006-11-05 at 18:43

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Kathy Lockhart
this is a riveting piece. I was so caught up in the wild!

Phyllis J. Rhodes
A beautifully raw write! It makes my heart pound.

your range continues to amaze are so much more than a romantic are man of many wells.

Dan Cederholm

Great writing here Mike! I like Jack London

to, "The Call of the wild" about the wulf!!!

A great poem about survive!!!

"But he is not always alone. When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the head of the pack through the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leaping gigantic above his fellows, his great throat a-bellow as he sings a song of the younger world, which is the song of the pack."

In memorie of BUCK!

Regards Dan


and somehow I a imagine not ... I belive the person of the poem would find a more subtle way and that is how one smart leader would survive as well ....

a text that gives an oldfashion feel .. well done

Zoya Zaidi
The last two lines are kind of spooky...Mike!

la tristesse
nicely done

night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this line: like yesterdays discretions
One day I will write a poem about this line!!! Thanks for sharing :)