Saturday 23 March 2013

The call for the wild woman


"Inspire Howl Wing"
copyright ~ Ella of Ella's Edge





 Your nostrils have forgotten the chase.  And the feast 
that awaits in the forest. Like distant drums, beating of another march, 
when the land was lush, green & & unmarked.  Now, your skin
is the color of the streets, silt with oil & cement, breathing stale 
& dry- 

 You have bent yourself, rounded smooth. And dyed
your hair, ordinary as a mouse. Except your eyes, they tell a tumult, 
quiet plea.  To be swept away like burning log in a river.  To sink   
in the deepest part of the sea.  To fly.  To die a thousand times 
& live-      

 At night, the wind croons your songs.  It hurts    
like dirty needles, cracking a wound.  The howling echoes, 
like a primal dance with a lover.  There is a volcano that is sleeping
in your belly.   It is fiery, bold, coarse salt, wild storm. Listen 
& tear away-    




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sherry's Sunday's Challenge - Release Your Inner Wild Woman  & Fireblossom Friday-The Crack in Everything ~   Thanks for the visit ~
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58 comments:

  1. Kerry O'Connor23 March 2013 at 17:11

    You have bent yourself, rounded smooth. And dyed
    your hair, ordinary as a mouse...
    This speaks to me of all the women who hide their true selves for any number of reasons. I'm glad this person retains some of her truth in her eyes.

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  2. Kay L. Davies23 March 2013 at 17:19

    What an amazing response to the two prompts, Grace, speaking to the wild women in Sherry and Shay.
    K

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    1. Scarlet23 March 2013 at 17:45

      Thanks Kay, took me some time though ~ Smiles ~

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  3. Brian Miller23 March 2013 at 17:24

    Now, your skin
    is the color of the streets, silt with oil & cement, breathing stale
    & dry- ...what a scary prospect, and effective use of description, like int he dying of the hair ordinary in how we have lost our spectacularness...and our wildness in blending in....i like the volcano in the belly as well...still there...just waiting...

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    1. Scarlet23 March 2013 at 17:45

      I like combining the city life in my words Brian ~ Thanks for the support & encouragement ~

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  4. Susan23 March 2013 at 17:26

    ahhh. latent but alive under "... skin
    is the color of the streets, silt with oil & cement, breathing stale
    & dry-" Your call is loud and clear and knowing. Thank you.

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  5. Outcast23 March 2013 at 17:30

    This really speaks to me Heaven, your writing is just beautiful and I can't get enough of it, wonderful stuff, you've reacted so well from just simple prompts.

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    1. Scarlet23 March 2013 at 17:46

      Thank you for the lovely words Matthew ~

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  6. DEZMOND23 March 2013 at 17:58

    love what Ella did with that picture! So many layers...

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  7. Helen23 March 2013 at 18:10

    Nostrils flaring, dirty needles cracking a wound ... powerful words, beautiful poetry.

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  8. Pat Hatt23 March 2013 at 19:07

    Very vivid today at your bay bringing the wild out through and through. But I have to ask you, do dirty needles hurt more than clean ones? haha

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  9. Fireblossom23 March 2013 at 20:44

    Cool stuff. Thanks for being part of my FBF challenge.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky23 March 2013 at 20:51

    This poem made me hold my breath as I read. The words of the first stanza went straight into my soul and stirred it. I am wowed by the second stanza. And the third........I think I may have lifted off.......beautiful work!!!!!!!

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    1. Scarlet24 March 2013 at 08:15

      Thank you for the wonderful challenge Sherry ~

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  11. Amrit Sinha24 March 2013 at 01:30

    A very strong response to the prompt ... loved your choice of words !!!

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  12. Anunoy Samanta24 March 2013 at 01:42

    Truly said heaven... even oysters shed their shell in the darkness of the sand... something I was wondering, the volcano is sleeping inside tummy or the breast....?
    Cheers :)

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    1. Scarlet24 March 2013 at 08:16

      A good question, but I see the volcano sleeping like a baby, someday to birth ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  13. Jennifer Wagner24 March 2013 at 03:13

    Gripping and dripping with great imagery Grace!

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  14. Gemma Wiseman24 March 2013 at 04:57

    Raw energy courses through the poem! But the wonder splits into a "tear away" - could it be a get away from the call of the wild or a get away from numbing lifestyles! A final, haunting paradox!

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    1. Scarlet24 March 2013 at 08:22

      It depends on the reader ~ Thanks for the visit Gemma ~

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  15. Unknown24 March 2013 at 07:37

    Could feel the energy in this woman! Listen and tear away!

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  16. Magical Mystical Teacher24 March 2013 at 08:28

    The images of bending oneself and the sleeping volcano in the belly are the ones that affect me most. This is a poem of power and longing.

    A Dozen Whirls

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  17. Mary24 March 2013 at 08:31

    Beautifully worded, Grace. "A volcano sleeping in your belly" leaves me breathless and "Your nostrils have forgotten the chase" leave me saddened.

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  18. Heavens2Betsy24 March 2013 at 09:59

    Stumbled here by chance and am very pleased I did. Your words are rich, and ripe with potency. pen

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  19. Truedessa24 March 2013 at 10:08

    Heaven,

    I see the same picture spoke to each of us. I enjoyed reading your take..this is well written beautiful words within the lines.

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  20. hedgewitch24 March 2013 at 11:16

    Many vivid images, and as they war with each other from beauty to pain, so the wild wars with the tamed within us. Enjoyed it, Heaven.

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  21. Ella24 March 2013 at 11:41

    I love your Grace! I too with the concrete world and danced in the green. I love these lines:

    "You have bent yourself, rounded smooth. And dyed
    your hair, ordinary as a mouse. Except your eyes, they tell a tumult,
    quiet plea. To be swept away like burning log in a river. To sink
    in the deepest part of the sea. To fly. To die a thousand times
    & live- "

    This feels like a wild aged old wisdom we all should know! :D

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  22. Abin Chakraborty24 March 2013 at 12:00

    an impassioned tumultuous poem...much like the spirit it carries.

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  23. Anonymous24 March 2013 at 12:12

    Linking a wild woman to a fox. In Chinese folk tales, fox is a symbol of seductive and scheming woman who usually steals other people's husband.

    I like the unique image on top, with the background of a woman's face partly imposed on the fox's face. Takes me a while to notice it.

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  24. Lisa A. Williams24 March 2013 at 13:04

    A very strong, evocative write, stirring with emotion. Beautiful!

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  25. anthonynorth24 March 2013 at 13:36

    Love this. Great descriptiveness & power.

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  26. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger24 March 2013 at 14:39

    Now, your skin
    is the color of the streets, silt with oil & cement, breathing stale
    & dry-

    Your imagery is perfect Grace--great sense of power and power lost or gained with the choices we make

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  27. Anonymous24 March 2013 at 15:29

    An important and beautifully written piece.

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  28. Unknown24 March 2013 at 15:49

    With three well-honed stanzas you make me consider the choices I make as a woman... to fight the physical signs of aging, to conform, to perform. Yes, Grace, you make the reader think about priorities, values, choices.

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  29. ScottlB24 March 2013 at 15:59

    very intricate and deep poem Grace, well written.

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  30. Mary24 March 2013 at 17:34

    This line Grace, "There is a volcano that is sleeping in your belly."
    Wow....don't all women...either know this or don't?
    So profound Grace.

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  31. Marian24 March 2013 at 18:45

    interesting how you invoke high nature and the language of the dirty man-made streets. i like it quite a bit. not that it's gonna make me stop coloring my hair :)

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  32. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 March 2013 at 19:40

    Wow, such amazing and engaging work! (Hmmm, do I say 'wow' a lot at your poetry? Probably.)

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  33. Hannah25 March 2013 at 00:03

    Grace!! Powerful work...your ending I love especially...volcano in belly et all!! Excellent!

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  34. TCPC25 March 2013 at 00:35

    wow! loved the detailed imagery painted with words!

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  35. Elsie Amata25 March 2013 at 07:58

    A true woman will always shine through without fear. Thank you, as always =)

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  36. rch25 March 2013 at 08:39

    Yes tear away, I really like the drive in this poem, outstanding!

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  37. Anonymous25 March 2013 at 15:28

    Really loved this. Related so well to your words as the ties between the Raven and the Wolf are age old. Today when studies of wolves are done, scientists simply do studies of ravens at the same time. That is how close the relationship is. Loved this a lot. Also loved the art work.

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  38. Hemalatha26 March 2013 at 00:46

    hi , i like your blog and content. how can i contact you ? i have to discuss about your writings.

    thanks.

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    1. Scarlet28 March 2013 at 14:16

      You can email me here: sometimesg@yahoo.com

      Thank you.

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  39. Anonymous26 March 2013 at 22:47

    My fave line:
    "There is a volcano that is sleeping
    in your belly."

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  40. Other Mary23 March 2014 at 09:31

    Love, love, love this!

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