Waiting for her wolf
pen me a memory
of a gypsy wolf
dark golden fur
streaking across forest
thick of bird cries
piercing marsh-waisted oak trees
set her pulse
beating madly as red moon climbs
& rides the sky
hard, there's no holding back
hunger in eyes nor claws
aching for hard flesh & raw blood
spill on white pages
her ravishment of night, musky & salty
split her thighs
into hundred aching valleys, thrilling
to chase & mayhem,
storm of release & splendor of
rending boundaries apart
they are hers alone to mark & own
or lose
to the one true love who always set her free
frame by frame
capture this moment, poignant as last kiss
she is my kindred spirit
caught in glass cage, wintered by
fa d i n g
m e m o r i e s
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ I fear losing this voice, my other persona ~ Thanks for indulging me & wishing you happy weekend ~
wow... tight images in this... love the passion.... the taking ownership and allowing the other to cross those borders or not... what i loved most is that true love always sets free... that's the magic even in our having to give up things for it... and i do hope you don't lose that voice...
ReplyDeletesplit her thighs into a hundred aching valleys....oh my....the wildness of the storm...i cant imagine you losing this voice as it is a part of you...sometimes we just have to re-tap it....and i saw that pic when i was perusing his site again this week....
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful images you paint.. Really work well with the images. There's lust and danger in that picture.. (It was my first favorite)
ReplyDeleteWell done Grace>KB
ReplyDeleteWhat the hot passionate images...and contrast - 'kindred spirit
ReplyDeletecaught in glass cage, wintered by
fa d i n g
m e m o r i e s ' ~ I'd be trying to set her free~ stunning poem! :) Happy weekend to you xx
If i had to describe GOD in a formed poem.
ReplyDeleteI think this would be it.
Magnificent is it..
wild and free
love
is
allitis
:)
Lovely imagery, Grace, as many have said. Really liked your effective ending, the way you showed the fading of memories. (Though it is sad when memories fade.)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. I love the font effects you use at the end.
ReplyDeleteGreat and striking imagery in this poem, Grace, to accompany a striking photo. I too like how the layout emphasizes your words at the end.
ReplyDeleteWintered by fading memories.....
ReplyDeletewhat a passionate lustful poem!! loved it!!
ReplyDeleteThe calm tone from the beginning which just surged up and up is enthralling. The lust, the imagery and the ending... Beautiful.
ReplyDelete-HA
visit at night, with a single point of light, wear silk and sit comfortably, and you'll not lose this voice ~
ReplyDeleteFull of hunger, passion and security (in the one true love that sets here free). You still got it ;) Love that image of Joel's too.
ReplyDeleteBloody brilliant!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A primeval poetic, where the form catapults us from stanza to stanza; like the inner child, the inner wilding, the madness has to survive to fuel our creativity, our passion, our capacity for enduring joy or pain. Loved the lines /aching for hard flesh & raw blood/spills on white pages/. Makes me want to write something immediately.
ReplyDeleteStrong imagery Grace and beautifully expressed. The sense of want and a touch of sadness came through for me. Hope your weekend is going well for you.
ReplyDeleteHoly canoli, this is so darn good. A new favorite for me. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is so passionate and lustful. A really good read and the pacing was good. I especially liked:
ReplyDeletespill on white pages
her ravishment of night, musky & salty
split her thighs
into hundred aching valleys, thrilling
Wow. Very nice.
a poem full of passion for the one true love that sets her free..
ReplyDeleteloved what you did with those fading memories... a lot of TLC in this and simply beautiful
ReplyDeleteOne must endure to find that freedom in another, as lots of crap gets in the way, but then two can sway lol
ReplyDeletepassionate and beautiful, Grace
ReplyDeleteI really like what you did with the visual at the end. How beautiful. Also, the description "gypsy wolf" and this:
ReplyDelete"she is my kindred spirit
caught in glass cage, wintered by"
I really love "wintered by." Gorgeous, and so sad.
Wow - you're on fire :)
ReplyDelete"or lose / to the one true love who always set her free"..love the happiness here among such dense wildness and stormy passion...each word throbbing with life...beautiful Grace :)
ReplyDeleteLove the passion and the images. Great .
ReplyDeleteYour words paint pictures more vivid than that red cloak in the photo. Beautiful!
ReplyDeletewow...it may have been the way I read it, there was an uncanning intensity to this that pulled me in and...wow....
ReplyDeleteGrace, your muse is very much in great form...passion, yes, and I think you couldn't pass up that image from last week...it spoke to you!
ReplyDeleteVery cool effect at the end with the fading memories!
ReplyDeleteExquisite as always, more amazing than ever. And that picture ...!
ReplyDeleteHidden passion in these words. Or is it hidden. Beautifully done. Feeling a bit breathless... ;)
ReplyDeleteGiven such an attractive kind of dressing she would certainly attract the right kind of 'wolves'. Great word craft Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Such passion, don't ever let it go if you have it...
ReplyDeleteThe tempo started out slow, then quickened to a fast pace, then slowed again--so effective, Grace. And wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe tempo started out slow, then quickened to a fast pace, then slowed again--so effective, Grace. And wonderful imagery.
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