Wolf

I’m going to try daily to write something for Morktober. Often these will probably be poems, so come stop by daily to see what I’m up to. All prompts are based off Exeunt Press.

All art by Tony Tran, who also illustrated Horus & Motherfucker! Check out his patreon for more artwork.

Hermit

There he sat with drooping hat
And dirt stained teeth, a feral grin
A hovel in the lee of the mount
To keep him free from wind and passerby

“Leave him be, him and his rat,”
My father said stinking of gin
“He’s got nothing, no one, no account”
Away we went but I returned to spy

Morning bright, he saw me, sat
“Lord and Lady, a visit’s sin,
No doubt you know, so best go, remount
And away, I’ll not have your sins to weigh”

“I wish to speak, you wildcat!
You knave, you useless sack of skin!
Wanted only to see what you’re about
Here in our beautiful hills and dales nigh

“But I shan’t bother with that
You’re all alone here, without kin,
Do you not miss them? Do you not doubt?
I want only to know—nay, must know—why?”

The old hermit smiled, looked at
The birds in flight, the chirping din
“Lady once called me the most devout.”
His lips closed, his words died, a wounded sigh.