My Wish For Wild Woman
Wild woman twirls her scythe with the power of the confident.
Mastery of underwater breathing aids her in her quest to fix the sea.
Scent of lilacs wafts off her.
I marvel that she has no idea she is attractive.
She is more humble than most beautiful can be.
Dolphins scatter, because we have tried to play with her,
But she does not play.
She is serious about getting the garbage out of the sea.
It is her day and night quest.
I have watched her fight many battles for the rest of us.
She does not tire.
Seems to have energy until each battle is won.
Where she goes to recuperate is unknown.
It is her! The sharks whisper.
For even the man eating of their kind are afraid.
Wild Woman has been in full tilt serious mode all of the time,
since she was a toddler goddess child.
I blame her grandparents who raised her, and never let her be carefree.
She has never had a day of laughing or playing.
Wild woman has sensed something.
I watch her pause. She marches toward a large gray blob in the ocean.
Whether it be man or beast,
she is nothing but courageous in her determined sway.
The champion of sea corals, sirens, whales, and variety of sea life.
She feels every aspect of the sea concerns her.
She protects us in every way.
It will be a lucky god who takes this superior sea goddess for his wife.
Although she is independent and will be all right if she stayed single.
Something I cannot say about most sea goddesses.
The sirens would probably disagree.
They are often gloating about their wiles in catching their mermen.
Due to her self-confidence and determination,
Wild Woman would do okay whether single or alone.
I can vouch for her. But as a dolphin, I do wish she would learn to play.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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