recalcitrant visitor.

tiny will o' the wisp

of a girl,

shambling stumbledown of a figure

draped in rags

tresses of brambles and coxcomb colouring

she sits by a fire

made from the scraps of words

she's loved and lost

and forgotten how to care for

pixie smile

and eyes of wild

hickory leaves

inhabits my mind

and demands to be written

she refuses to offer her story though

preferring the one she thinks i can write

she says

after all, it's one i know already

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Sometimes there are certain stories,certain quirks we want to write about..they could be certain fragments of our own self that we want to amplify into a character..but we simply don't know how best we can write about them..days pass by but somehow the character in our head does not seem to etch itself on paper.

[Randolf Ramos]

Whew very hard to dig the meaning, The language I like it though.
Magandang tula ito, salamat sa pag share.

[Coyote Poetry]

So beautiful this short poem. The language was very good. I had to read a few times. Flowed like a nursery rhyme. Complete poem is a amazing. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Crowley]

The story just comes together through multiple peices of writing, but the story does get written. The description of the girl was fantastic, I am sure she hasn't lost, there is always love waiting in the wings....the show must go on. Great write.

[dovetailer]

sometimes, the story we write is more gilded and hopeful than the one we feel and know...
Thank you...

[Robin]

I always like that little snap of tail you give at the end of your writing ~

[Ed Hart]

loving and losing is what we do on the way to love...oh, will o' the wisp child, the wonderful person you grew up to be, with eyes of wild hickory leaves, is a maker of word fires with aching curves