Wolf Head Hands by Bogdan Dragos

The black and white close up of two wolves in which one is calm and the other is baring its teeth in rage
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Thick socks

that my grandma made for me

from wool

I see them lying on

the rug at

the foot of the bed

and they look like the heads

of wolves in


waiting in the snow

behind bushes

dry with frost

I grab them

and slide them down my fists

like gloves

I have wolf heads for


And I start punching things

and grabbing them and shredding

them with the fangs

the blanket

the tablecloth

the pillow

my knees

yet in my fantasy I can’t decide what

happens when the

wolf head hands

meet each other

Do they fight

and bite each other?

Or do they cuddle and lick?

Luckily I don’t have to

find the answer. My

grandma opens the door and yells

for me to come

out already. It’s time for school.

Yes, despite anything I thought back

then, I do miss those times

Oh, how I do

miss them


Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s poem reminisces about childhood and the wondrous musings of a young mind. Anything and everything exceed their scope of meaning. There’s nothing that won’t amuse or entertain when the imagination and spirit have found their perfect balance. Childhoods that have found joy in little are often the ones that offer the greatest satisfaction. Here’s to cherished memories and to loved ones we still cling to in the darkest moments.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Ah, the good times. When imagination was everything ⊂(´・◡・⊂ )∘˚˳°

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  2. Jane Aguiar says:

    Great imagination! (。・ω・。)ノ

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    1. Thank you!
      \( ^o^ )/

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  3. I love this poem! It shows a nostalgic side of you, Bogdan,that one rarely sees or you rarely show. Even so, your “edge” is very present:) Your style in this one was captivating for me…and so glad, the wolves didn’t get a chance to devour each other either)

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    1. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ノ⌐■-■ Ah, thank you very much!


      1. My pleasure Bogdan..btw I see you read my blog, but don’t comment…wondering if you are enjoying it:)

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        1. To be perfectly honest… I don’t comment because I’m shy 🙈 🙈
          Wouldn’t know what to say other than the generic, “Cool post!” and “Great job!”

          But I will try ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

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        2. It’s ok you don’t have to comment. I will take your like as a positive🙏

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