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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, July 25, 2011

Wild Child

image courtesy of Magpie Tales
She is a daughter of the wild
Artemis's playmate
She lives to shed her bindings
and run with the wild horses,
catch dandelion seeds
in her thick mane
Her love is fierce, feral
Do not try to tame her, for
she will fade away
like the brightest star
in the morning light.

submitted for Magpie Tales, 75 
and Poetry Potluck Week 45: Nature and Life, at Jingle Poetry