Wild Woman contemplates
the prompt of the day: lust
defined as
a passionate desire for ________
She cogitates.
Wolves?
Wilderness?
Kindness to animals?
More years on the planet?
Books?
A dog?
All of the above.
Carnality has never been
her strong suit.
She shrugs,
cackles,
remembers a blackbird heart
she truly loved and swiftly lost,
proclaims her kinship with the wild,
her unwavering companionship
of wave and shore.
Too late for lust,
she does not wish for
more.
for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Lust
Your write is perfect!! Musings of the Wildwoman!
ReplyDeleteGood to be sated, i'd like to think blessed. Nice write Sherry
ReplyDeleteMuch♥️love
To be content in kinship--despite what is trounlesome in the world or deemed desireable by others--is a blessing and a grace.
ReplyDeleteGreat words A kinship with the wild will never disappoint. I love the wild here It is peaceful, spiritual and always in harmony
ReplyDeleteSherry I am sure you lust for life for and with the wild ones on this Earth. There is no better pleasure than to sit in the forest and have the wild animals and birds accept you there if you behave quietly.
ReplyDeleteWondrous! (I'd say you describe a lust that can still be satisfied.)
ReplyDeleteBooks can be rather fleshy. :-D
ReplyDeleteAnd what Rosemary said/
Aha...I would lust for the contentment You have and also the wilderness and books for me. So beautifully written Sherry.
ReplyDeleteto be one with the wild and want nothing more.. that's a magical state to be in!
ReplyDeleteYes! The lust for the wilderness — correlative with life itself, I think.
ReplyDeleteLust for nature is more likely to produce useful results than that for anything else.
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