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Wild Woman
is sprouting
a black
moustache.
She covers it
with her hand
but!
coarse
black hairs
are also growing
on her knuckles.
A thick black coat
is burgeoning
on her back,
a long curved
sweeping tail
rising atop
her hips
like a slice
of moon
hanging over
the mountain.
Her extremities
are turning
into paws.
She drops
onto all fours,
takes a
quick look
over her shoulder,
then:
quick!
lopes along
the trail
into the forest,
away from
human sight.
She curls up
in the root bowl
of Grandmother Cedar,
tucks her nose
under her front paw,
heaves a tired
sigh.
Home.
Oh nice one Sherry, always thought the wolf as my totem....many a night I would loved to curl up in a root bowl....thanks ...bkm
ReplyDeleteOh! How wonderful to imagine becoming, changing and then being in the place you love. Beautiful piece, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! :-)
ReplyDeleteI especially loved -
"a long curved
sweeping tail
rising atop
her hips
like a slice
of moon
hanging over
the mountain."
I love this one! It is you!
ReplyDeleteThe Wild Woman series. What should I say? It is your forte and you bring so much into it, Koko.
ReplyDeleteJealous of the woman in this poem. How wonderful to be able to see through the eyes of a wolf. Nice Piece Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWild Woman needs to burrow in and recharge body and soul for a spell. I predict that very soon, we will see her bursting energetically from the dim woods into the bright sunshine once more...:)
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