Bright Cape

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

Am I enchanted?
Your bright cape, red like the final leaf
on the black branch gateway to the cold sky.
I cannot see your face.
I cannot see the moon.

Wolves wander the winter forest
as snow, as silver, as silent.
You enter the shadowplay
Bright Cape, big basket, baying hound.
Oh how I shut my ears to that unearthly sound!
To the night replying with that one dark song!
What draws you in-
Am I mad, are YOU enchanted?

The basket is full of mystery;
the cape flows like wet silk through the wood,
You mumble something about stones, something about wolves,
something about The Grandmother.

There are no warnings on those bottles of blood,
but I have no voice, and you are already gone.

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