The wild woman

The wild in me.

She runs free through the trees flowing with the winds chilling breeze.

Her paws leave prints as she dances amongst the autumns auburn leaves.

She quenches her thirst with the aquamarine trickles of the fresh bursting streams.

She gazes in awe at the colorful world; the intense yellows of the sun and the shadowy greys that have a slight haze.

Her wild eyes glisten as they absorb the bright shimmering light that seeps from the stars in the dark of night.

 No man can tame her wild ways; it runs too deep within her veins

She stands tall, she stands proud, she’s ready to release her enchanting sound.

Her lips touch and kiss the dark indigo sky as her howl sings a wild tune to the glowing moon.

Her howl cradles the wilderness and whispers a sacred secret; I would kill and even die for a love a pure as the midnight sky.

 

 

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

It reads quite mythological to me. The imagery is spectacular - indigo sky - is beautiful as is the thought of such a free spirit romping through her domain thrilling the world around her with her wild ways and deep connection to the Earth.
Yes, quite mythological indeed...
Well done Stacey!

[Stacey Appleby]

Thank you very much Tony it reminds me of myself a little, wild in every way haha.

[Tony Jordan]

Ah, sure it takes all sorts to make a world Stacey.

[Stacey Appleby]

It does indeed experiences and people are what intrigue, enlighten and brighten my world.

[Nichole]

This is beautiful. Very descriptive. Reminds me a little bit of Tolkien describes things... I love the concept and imagining how it feels to put myself in the woman's shoes.. Great job!

[Stacey Appleby]

Thank you so much Nichole. ;)

[Lovecraft]

A beautifully written poem about what I think is a feral woman running free of societal mores and civilized culture.

I love the descriptiveness of the imagery.
Good job, Stacey!

[Stacey Appleby]

Thank you Lovecraft, i really enjoyed writing this. ;)

[Lovecraft]

Yeah, there is a real Native-American vibe going on here too. :)

[Lovecraft]

And a Wild Horse, roaming free of man.

[Stacey Appleby]

Forever running wild through the lush fields of green.

[Lovecraft]

That sounds right...