Jane Satterfield

Wulver

               The good werewolf


Out here, the moon’s

a lantern, beloved guide

for navigating rock pools

scrubbed by salty waves.

Home’s a kind of island cave

& yes, it’s true, I live unchained,

free to wander out to where

the story drops a thread.

Once we were a wulver clan

who walked the line between

man & beast, fur-sleek

fishers sporting tartan

under moody Shetland

skies, our wolf-heads fogged

with otherworldly wisdom,

eyes reflective, gold or silver-blue,

scanning the hills in low light

straight through shining shades

of grey. Exiled from the forest,

we learned to trust the tide, earned

our reputation on good deeds.

Those waylaid on upland wilds

we met as brethren, protectors

who ensured safe passage along

perilous routes that led toward

smoggy towns. It was a point

of honor to share out portions

of the herring haul with hungry

widows, leaving fresh catch

fanned across their windowsills.

In a realm where war follows

war, some customs are bound

to fall from fashion. History’s

annals favor the flaming beasts

inked out on sheepskin vellum

by sacred scribes, who, hunkered

in seclusion, mused on sword play

& battle lust. But we who aren’t

monsters dispense kindness

like sugared tea. Is it any wonder

there is no real trace of our lives

in the lore of vanished things?


Jane Satterfield has published five poetry books, including The Badass Brontës, a winner of the Diode Editions Poetry Prize, Apocalypse Mix (Autumn House Poetry Prize), Her Familiars, and Assignation at Vanishing Point (Elixir Press Poetry Award). She is the recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts poetry fellowship, the 49th Parallel Award for Poetry from Bellingham Review, the Ledbury Poetry Festival Prize, and more. Recent poetry and essays appear in The Common, DIAGRAM, Ecotone, Interim, Literary Matters, The Missouri Review, Orion, Shenandoah, Tupelo Quarterly, and elsewhere. Satterfield has served on the faculty of the Frost Farm and West Chester Poetry Conferences. She is married to poet Ned Balbo and lives in Baltimore, where she is a professor of writing at Loyola University Maryland.