Wild Heart
- Grace Davies - poetry
- Sep 5, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 9, 2020
My heart it wanted to roam
far away from the home that you'd made for us,
crafted, moulded, sacrificed
everything for.
My heart was eager
for the woods and the stormy seas,
waves crashing against limestone cliffs,
ignoring the petrification in the caves within their bowels.
My heart it wanted to dance, soar,
embrace the night, howl at the moon,
fall asleep embraced by wolf fur.
It wanted rivulets of rain running over my skin,
and hands grasping crisp dying leaves.
It wanted beauty and truth and danger
if I'm being totally honest.
It wanted its beating life held in a predators teeth,
it wanted daisies and bluebells and fox glove,
it wanted to lie in a field of poppies
heady with the scent of possibilities.
It wanted to be wind whipped,
and to bask in the heat of the sun
like a Basilisk on a rock
held in the warm embrace of its rays.
It wanted to hear the owl
before she made her deadly swoop for prey,
it wanted away
to the woods and the wilds and the wonder.
It embraced the thorns, let them pierce it, let its
juice drip into the land
and become blood brothers with the dirt.
It never questioned if it could go back again,
or if it was beyond domesticity.
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