Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Shapeshifting

[image from crystalink.com]

Wild Woman
is sprouting
a black
moustache.
She covers it
with her hand
but!
coarse
black hairs
are also growing
on her knuckles.
A thick black coat
is burgeoning
 on her back,
 a long curved
sweeping tail
rising atop
her hips
like a slice
of moon
hanging over
the mountain.

Her extremities
are turning
into paws.
She drops
onto all fours,
takes a
quick look
over her shoulder,
then:
quick!
lopes along
the trail
into the forest,
away from
human sight.

She curls up
in the root bowl
of Grandmother Cedar,
tucks her nose
under her front paw,
heaves a tired
sigh.

Home.

7 comments:

  1. Oh nice one Sherry, always thought the wolf as my totem....many a night I would loved to curl up in a root bowl....thanks ...bkm

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  2. Oh! How wonderful to imagine becoming, changing and then being in the place you love. Beautiful piece, Sherry!

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  3. Wonderful! :-)

    I especially loved -
    "a long curved
    sweeping tail
    rising atop
    her hips
    like a slice
    of moon
    hanging over
    the mountain."

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  4. The Wild Woman series. What should I say? It is your forte and you bring so much into it, Koko.

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  5. Jealous of the woman in this poem. How wonderful to be able to see through the eyes of a wolf. Nice Piece Sherry.

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  6. Wild Woman needs to burrow in and recharge body and soul for a spell. I predict that very soon, we will see her bursting energetically from the dim woods into the bright sunshine once more...:)

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