Author Information
Wildman
He comes disorienting like the fog that steals
the land and sky; startling like lightening
that strikes too close. He is needed as a healing tincture
that burns the wound or the bonesetter but he carries
no ameliorative slug of whiskey. The Wild Man,
insistent, troublesome and arrogant. A dangerous man
to take as a lover. He would eat you alive and throw
your bones to the dogs of God. Take care,
an arm’s length is required to stay sane.
Though...do listen. He beckons you...for he
has great knowledge and rich lessons.
But beware he is like quick sand.
Karen, great piece! Love the end- he is like quicksand. LOL there are alot of those out there! Good to read a new post from you! Take care. I like this piece~
This is a interesting poem and I really like it. It sounds like the age old story of danger being exciting but you are still afraid. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.