Monday, June 2, 2014

Wild

She is wild,
and unkempt,
She washes her hair
in the cold mountain stream
and the inky blackness of night,
Shaking it madly, fiercely,
Droplets of rainwater becoming
stars on the velvet-sky
of her life,
She sleeps beneath the
cosmos,
Nestled in a tree
as if she were but a very tiny
bird,
Stretching, languid,
in the buttercup softness
of morning light,
Her skin is scrubbed free of
civilization by sand, dirt,
grasses - tall and overgrown,
She smells of honeysuckle
and autumn winds,
Lips full and red - as if
nettles had grown beneath her skin, 
She sings with the wolves
and dances upon the nimbus
of freedom,
She speaks every language
except domestication,
She is the wild woman who lives
deep in my bones,
& I am trying to set her free

13 comments:

  1. Oh yes.. Go out barefoot and dance with the winds.. Washing hair in the streams and talk with the birds.. And when winter come you might consider hibernating

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  2. I like the idea that the wild woman in you speaks 'every language except domestication'. Hope she does not learn it too soon, if ever.

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  3. Really, really, nicely done. It flowed well and satisfied the reader.

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  4. smiles...she sounds rather enchanting....i lived in the wild for a year right after college...it was amazing to wake up in the woods and hear them come alive....

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  5. this freedom, language and the beauty of life is
    every woman's dream...your lines remind me of our poet friend SherryBlueSky....

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  6. Happy to meet another wild woman - yes, set her free. I especially love "she speaks every language except domestication."

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  7. What a description of your inner self... glad to meet a different you!!

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  8. She is there! Maybe like the nettles in the lips, alive and well, but not on view to everyone. Wild poem!

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  9. I want to be like animal, careless and free!!! sang Savage Garden, which is the song playing in my mind right now as I finish reading your "liberation" poem. You are a lioness and you can't be domesticated...awesome!!!

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  10. Love your words - so rich and descriptive, firing imagery. Yummy.
    Anna :o]

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  11. Beautiful imagery Kitty!

    Just came across your blog and loving it!

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