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Wolf Girl

Poet : Moe Phillips

Narration : Namakula Nasejje Musoke

Audio : Ian Phillips

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I am a fan of feral girls. Well. Ones that are well fed and cared for. Even if it’s by their wolf pack. Which our Wolf Girl is. She was born like Medusa out of “she creatures” a series that was knocking around in my head for a while. “The Hound of The Baskervilles” was knocking around in there too. I like nothing better than a misty moor. “Werewolf weather” my brother calls it. She is fierce. Strong. Loyal. I think all women are born with a wolf girl inside them. the magical artwork for the piece is by the amazing Scottish artist Lucy Campbell who graciously gave us permission to use it for the poster art for the poem

Please do visit her site. Her artwork is for sale!

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In a den, wolf pups are sleeping

There’s a secret that they’re keeping

Snuggled in their furry swirl, 

They are hiding a human girl


Saved her from a freezing river

Huddled round to stop her shiver

Sniffing at her odd bare skin, 

Mother Wolf took her in


In the field wolves are bounding, 

Wolf Girl chases, young heart pounding 

Strong legs pumping- keeping up

She’s grown to be a wolf girl pup 


Sneaking up the ridge to peep, 

on unsuspecting silly sheep

A yip, a nip a bark, a wail! 

The flock wise up and turn tail


Night is falling, no more prowling

Now’s the time for wolf pack howling 

Round they circle in a ring, 

lift their heads and start to sing


Those at home lock their doors, 

when howling floats across the moors  

Then they stand as if spellbound

One voice is surely not a hound 

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