granddaughter and the wolf
I will build a small house in the woods
with a library and a kitchen and a studio and a bed
and when the wolf comes
I will invite it in
and read to it in a quiet voice
with an even rhythm
and a slow pace
I will cook the meat it brought me
and we will lie on the floor
holding the bone between us
and chew our way to the centre
until our noses touch
I will use a large brush to paint its portrait
in gold and silver and grey
with eyes closed and mouth just open
and when it is tired
it will crawl onto the bed
and I will lie beside it
and comb its fur while it dreams
in the morning
we will drink the broth
and polish our teeth
and hunt
©clairegriffin2019
the question is – who is the granddaughter?