Monday, May 2, 2016

This Poem Is a Wild Woman


This wonderful picture of Wild Woman
was created for me by Ellen Wilson of Ella's Edge

This poem is a wild woman,
knocking down invisible inner walls,
the better to observe the sky of mind.
This poem is agitated,
the inner wild a climate of unrest
when too far away from the untamed places.
Attuned to the call of the Raven,
the howl of the wolf,
this town full of monster trucks and logging rigs
assaults her senses, she feeling
as alien as a cougar
inexplicably materializing
on a sidewalk in the middle
of this grey little industry town.


Where is her soul’s home?
Deep, deep, in the wild places
where only the creatures live.
Sorceress of the midnight moon,
follower of the shaman’s path,
she drums a primal beat
that speaks “Home! Home!”
with a stick carved from her breastbone,
chants incantations to earth, air, water, fire,
prays her spirit guides will lead her well,
back to the ocean’s roar and the forest’s
sacred, hidden trails.


While waiting, Wild Woman
makes her escape in a poem:
sings to the trees, communes
with restless spirits, ululates with owls,
flies up and away over the mountain pass
every morning, every eventide,
to where the wild things are,
always and forever, forever and always,
a lover of rainforest and ocean-song,
she knows where she belongs.

Confined, her spirit finds no rest
away from her soul’s home.
Wild Woman restlessly circles and turns,
within the inner landscape,
like a too-large dog circling a too-small bed,
trying to make what does not fit, fit,
too tight the wrappings that keep her
from flying free,
for she has always been a seeker,
now hoping to find, one last time,
what has for so long been sought.

This poem was written in March, following the instructions of my friend Elizabeth Crawford of Soul's Music , as featured in our chat at Poets United.  



3 comments:

  1. I love the call of the wild woman Sherry ~ Thanks for the reminder to listen and heed that call ~

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  2. Ah, a poem is a wonderful place to escape into! And indeed your poems show your seeking nature, and I am sure you will find.....

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  3. Pure soul poetry, of the highest order, Sherry. Almost lost myself, in your soul's call of the wild. Guess, we all have a part of ourselves, which yearns for the freedom that you, so elegantly express.

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