Wild Things

from some of us 

 

they are desperate to extract the wild 

 

to suck the stories from under our 

 

tongue

 

sugarglaze our wounds 

 

bandage the weeping captivation of a 

 

midnight audience 

 

for we bleed better than any other 

 

us wild orbits 

 

who hide the wolf in the aorta 

 

and the screams of a horse over a 

 

canyon wall 

 

under the paper thin exuberance of a rib. 

 

and the forest. 

 

yes 

 

the forest 

 

of a thousand grimm tails 

 

are baked in every roll 

 

filled with the jam we stole from the 

 

witch's windowsill 

 

and secreted away inside the dreams of 

 

Briar Rose; 

 

wild things are hidden 

 

every where 

 

and they 

 

are

 

 beautiful 

 

don't anyone 

 

ever 

 

tell you otherwise.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have been indoctrinated since this was written...many moons ago...but I still have wild drwams

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word_man's picture

well this one is deep,a voice

well this one is deep,a voice crying out of the wilderness

change is coming,maybe forced


ron parrish

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Thank you so much for leaving

Thank you so much for leaving your footprints on my page, dear poet. Blessings to you.

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you`re welcome

you`re welcome


ron parrish