Wolf Girl
Poet : Moe Phillips
Narration : Namakula Nasejje Musoke
Audio : Ian Phillips
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Backstory
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
