MI O VUKU (A VUK NA VRATA) by Megan Pattie

MI O VUKU (A VUK NA VRATA) by Megan Pattie

The house is quiet.

I admire my sharp nails.

I have been invoking wolves.

“Howl,” I say.

“Moon,” I say.

“Run,” I say.

“Hunt,” I say.

The house is quiet.

There are filings all over the floor.

I pad through them like morning snow.

“Fur,” I say.

“Snout,” I say.

“Tooth,” I say.

“Claw,” I say.

No more to stand by meekly.

I have so beautifully weaponised my hands.

Megan Pattie is a previous Foyle Young Poet of the Year and winner of The Lost Words Poetry Competition, run in 2019 by North York Moors. Her poetry has appeared in a variety of online and print publications, including The Blue Nib, Riggwelter, and the recent anthology The Language of Salt from Fragmented Voices. She lives on the north east coast of England with her partner, two cats, and a rabbit.