Feeble, Furious Fenris

Feeble, Furious Fenris

written by: Ryan J Morgan

The winter wolf,
Withered, wild, wasted,
Has torn through the door.
Grey-sky maw wide,
Jaws jagged as decay.
Raver, ravenous,
Ravager, ravaged,
Reeking resentment
With blighted bark
And bitter bite.

Lean, lank,
Ribs in relief
Rattling like skeletal trees,
Heaving, seething,
Huffing, puffing,
Bent on blowing the house down,
But now just a hollowed hacking howl,
Sleet-spittled breath
Dank on face and neck.

It shudders spasmodically,
Skittering on cracked hailstone nails.
Raggedy rimy ruff
Shaking scabrous flakes
To drift the floor.
We huddle away from its capricious prowl,
Forced closer to the fire,
Curled cloaked into corners,
Dug deep within duvets
Whilst the wolf growls at our grit.

It is Death, but dying.
It senses its own end.
But it has sufficient strength
To freeze its fear
And coldly hunt us
One last time.

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Ryan J Morgan

I am a singer based in Ireland who compulsively writes poems and short stories. I am originally from the South Wales Valleys, a land rich in history but not in money. Unbidden, my themes seem to crowd around fable, spirituality, religion, and the psyche. Last year, I set myself the challenge of writing a poem a day for a year. When I got to the end I annoyingly realised I'd missed April 12, so had to keep going. Before allowing myself to become a singer, I chopped away at law and lecturing for an eternity.

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