The Young Wolf*

I am a wolf now having been thrown to the ground

I became a wolf that didn’t need the full moon for determination

My howl is but an echo that speaks a million years of hunger

If only the sound of tenderness could be heard, the smell of love on my skin

You would have embraced the wolf that resides within you sooner.

Once a month I growl and with the glowing moon my bones crack

To vent emotions that I refuse to face when I’m human.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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