Green Boughs Bringing (D8 #NaPoWriMo)

WolfAtTheDoor2

A Wolf was at the door.
Cobwebs in the architraves
Dust obscured the windows view
Bones incorporeal now
Lay strewn across the floor.
The Belly pork in fridge
Was rank, green furred,
And long since past its sell by date.

A Wolf was at the door.
The buildings burnt out shells,
Doors left hanging on their hinges,
Glass confetti strewn across the streets,
Voices clamoured in the streets.

A Wolf was at the door.
The city gate was burning,
Flames danced in glee to see
The dark unleashed,
And light that blinded banished.

A Wolf was at the door.
And with it in walked
Oak and Holly through the gates,
Each step left a patch where grew the grass,
Blue Bells bedecked
And scent of fragrance
Distant memories refreshed, renewed.

© Greg Richards
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