Wild Woman knows what she knows,
and her wisdom is hard-won,
but no one young will listen.
They'd rather live the web they've spun.
Wild Woman is finally free.
She can never again be tamed.
She is growing old disgracefully,
and refuses to be blamed.
Wild Woman is beguiled
by the beauty of the earth,
knows the things that feed the spirit
are the only things of worth.
Wild Woman knows what she knows.
With the universe, she flows,
and she'll share her wisdom well
before she goes.
The source of this poem was one I wrote in 2013, which can be found here.
Magaly at Real Toads has asked us to compose a poem from a line of one of our own poems, so I picked one that popped up today as a facebook memory. The line quoted is from the title: Wild Woman Knows What She Knows.