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"Inspire Howl Wing"
copyright ~ Ella of Ella's Edge
She Wolf...
Within the mysterious eyes of the wolf
lies a woman with ties to ancient days
her spirit runs wild a roaring
river
thick coat keeps her warm in a storm
She dances at the edge of ancestor's fires
dreamers of dreams, awaken with hope
visionaries in an ever changing world
shape shifters move with ease in a
breeze
Within the shadows of silver moonlight
wolf woman hovers within the trees
spirit entwined with mystic powers
spirit entwined with mystic powers
beware her black eyes, for they have
seen
High above the mountain walls
scent of freedom blows in the wind
eerie howls echoing through chambers
heart of the wolf pounds to a water drum
Grey skies, under a full moon she cries
where is my land, where is my home
a place wild and free to roam
wishing to never journey alone
The beat of the wolf lives on...
Author's note: This picture spoke to me as I have a great respect for ancient cultures and I study dreams and dream works. I started writing this piece yesterday, the spirit of the she wolf spoke to me in my dream last night. I hope you will feel her story.
Thank you for reading!
I think it is important to remember those ancient ties. These lines resonated with me:
ReplyDeletewhere is my land, where is my home
a place wild and free to roam
Heaven,
DeleteThank you for the reply and I agree it is important to remember the ties of the past as they are clues to the future.
Great flow and rhyme
ReplyDeleteWith your ancient rhyme
Remembering the ways
Of past days
And bringing for the spirit
That sure doesn`t fear it
Is sure the way to go
Dream on at your show
Good Morning Pat,
DeleteGlad to see you at my flat and thanks so much for the feedback. Happy Birthday!
very neatly woven lines... I enjoyed it as a poetry... somehow I don't like the 'freeing the inner wild woman' in the form of a she wolf... lol...
ReplyDeleteCheers :)
Thanks for the reply!
DeleteYou have captured the spirit of wild women the world over.
ReplyDeleteKerry,
DeleteThank you so much for the generous comment. It is greatly appreciated.
Beautiful...and sometimes we do journey alone, till we find kindred spirits~
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely~
Ella,
DeleteThank you so much!
Oh my goodness, what a magnificent poem. As I read I realized I loved every line so much that if I picked out favorites I would be rewriting the entire poem. This was like a cool restorative drink in the desert, an affirmation, and a cry for freedom from the wolfish heart. It SPOKE to me. I love that you dreamed of the she wolf..... love the visionaries, wolf woman, shape shifters, and ties to the ancients. Favorite line has to be "her spirit runs wild, a roaring river." Sigh. What a glorious read this is. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
DeleteI am so pleased that my poem spoke to you in such a deep manner. The words came easy once I saw the picture it seemed the wolf woman wanted her story told.
wolf woman hovers within the trees
ReplyDeleteher spirit entwined with mystic powers
beware her black eyes, for they have seen
really like that part...and the acknowledgement that she sees....but also her hearts cry in that last stanza as well....very nice...
Hi Brian,
DeleteNice to see you again! I am glad you were able to see something within the words. Thank you for your reply.
Have a great day!
I could feel the spirit of the she wolf woman in your words. I like the line - wishing to never journey alone.
ReplyDeleteRobyn,
DeleteThank you for reading and the reply!
Lots of great lines and images here... dancing at the edge of ancestors' fires... spirit entwined with mystic powers... eerie howls echoing through chambers... You create a vivid picture for the reader.
ReplyDeleteHi Kim,
DeleteThanks for the helpful comments. It is appreciated.
I feel her story ... mystic and magic in every line.
ReplyDeleteHi Helen,
DeleteThanks so much!
Your poem is a perfect accompaniment to Ella's picture. To see the woman in the wolf, the wolf in the tree, and the tree in the whole...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done.
K
Kay,
DeleteThank you for your insightful comment and I am glad you enjoyed the poem but, Ella's picture was the inspiration for the write.
Truedessa, thanks for your insightful comment on Jeff's song. My son - brilliant, a dreamer, a mystic, a poet and a musician and composer of classical music (self-taught) - was stricken with schizophrenia at seventeen. His has been a precarious journey through this world and his and my relationship grew exponentially through the depth of his suffering and my determination not to let him go......so you sense very accurately. He has always been tethered lightly to the earth and he has told me the fact he is still here is because of me. I had to learn to "Be a Tree" to stay steady for him. Thanks for caring.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
DeleteI am glad I could offer some words of comfort. You are truly an amazing tree with your strength and strong roots.
Peace..