“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable” – James Harrison, from Songs of Unreason
Hate a cage
Can’t stand a fence
Creates a rage
It makes no sense
Good neighbors lean across
Spend an hour exchanging new
But I feel my freedom’s a loss
Like my leg’s in a trap and I must chew
Growling, howling, let me run
Clawing, Scratching, let me go
Born to be wild, chasing the sun
I’ll be howling tonight – just so you know
“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright” (The Wolf Man, 1941).
You should have known me when I lived in London.
This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”
based on prompts taken from poems
by Jim Harrison.