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Intrusion by Penelope Moffet


When the wolf took the deer
outside the cabin by the lake,
half-waking she thought she heard
people frolicking outside,
a woman’s laughter.
Her dog barked wildly,
would not be stilled,
but then her dog barked
at everything.
In and out of dreams
until her husband came back,
saw the black wolf
watching in long grass.
He took the deer away
so the wolf would leave
and no bear come.
If they were home
he might have claimed it
as his own, a winter’s-worth
of venison. The wolf just
doing what meat-eaters do,
finding prey. Still she’s haunted
that her sleeping mind
converted the attack
into rude humans
daring to intrude,
the deer’s last cry
into a woman’s pleasure.

by Penelope Moffet

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Editor’s Note: This narrative poem features a dreamlike experience that describes how the brain tries to protect the self from something traumatic, but it’s the last line that truly presses sharply home into the reader’s heart.


4 responses to “Intrusion by Penelope Moffet”

  1. enelson2012 Avatar

    Yes, a powerful and haunting poem. Well done, Penelope!

  2. Penelope Moffet Avatar
    Penelope Moffet

    Thank you for publishing my poem, Christine!

    1. Christine Klocek-Lim Avatar

      It’s my pleasure! Feel free to send in more of your work. 🙂

  3. Ralph Stevens Avatar
    Ralph Stevens

    That last line converts a good poem into a great one. The best endings are the ones that reverberate, that send the reader spinning off into possibilities that, up to that point, the poem did not anticipate, such as a woman’s pleasure anticipated by the sound of a wolf killing a deer. A wolf whistle?

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