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 ~
Shared with Poetry Pantry  

58 comments:

  1. 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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    1. Thank you for lovely words Kerry ~

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

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    1. Thanks Kay, took me some time though ~ Smiles ~

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

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  4. 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. 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. Thank you for the lovely words Matthew ~

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

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

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  8. 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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    1. Funny Pat ~ Enjoy your special day ~

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

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  10. 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. Thank you for the wonderful challenge Sherry ~

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

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

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  13. Gripping and dripping with great imagery Grace!

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

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

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  16. 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. 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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    1. Thank you for the lovely words Mary ~

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

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

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

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  25. Love this. Great descriptiveness & power.

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  26. 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. An important and beautifully written piece.

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  28. 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. very intricate and deep poem Grace, well written.

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

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

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  34. wow! loved the detailed imagery painted with words!

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

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

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  37. 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. 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. You can email me here: sometimesg@yahoo.com

      Thank you.

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

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