Wild
A turning restless child she is to me,
Wild nature rises feverish
In her bower; dark vines entwine
A whirling girl, a dervish.
She turns and turns, a breathless heart
That never takes a beat, until she falls
Exhausted from her savage dance
Her laughter loud and fierce.
Hair of leaves and claws of dirt
Teeth white, she fights with lupine grin,
Snarls, rising from deep shadowed earth
To spin her violent dance again.
Feral eyes peer unseen through mine
And madness glints in gold,
She refuses to be loved or held,
Her separation cruel and cold.
Un-named, unloved she lives here
She-wolf, untamed and free
Lonely, wild and wanting
She devours the world for me.
Copyright © Lesley Walker | Year Posted 2023
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