She Races

She races cars
and hearts
and parts
the clouds
to reveal
the gentle face
of the moon.

At night
she tumbles
down
the wild surf,
sea-foam in
her hair and

when you open
the door to
the sun-kissed
morning
she’s there.

This is inspired by one of my friends- yes, I know a sea-foam woman!

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She Walks

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I watched ‘Wild’ with Reese Witherspoon the other evening, and it inspired this poem. One young woman’s journey walking through California to Canada following the Pacific Crest Trail- she is trying to find something- maybe how to put down grief and ‘enjoy life’- maybe it was that simple.

A friend’s son, Jake, is now heading for a six week walk of his own in Spain.  I wish him and all the other walkers out there luck.  And may you lay down the unhelpful and find the beauty of living.

Technical note: apologies for the splitting of the poem with borders- WordPress seems to dissolve the formatting, so I had to save as two separate images.

Housecat

His paw
is not a
housecat’s
paw

though his eyes
are green
and soft
and he
keeps
his black fur
silky
endlessly
before warm
fires.

Still, when he is
curled on your lap
your heart may
skip
to see them
larger than they
should be
tipped with
razor claws
they could
take on
a lion.

This housecat
knows
when he places
his paw
on your cheek
just below your eye-

He knows
he has
your wild heart
tamed.

The Cat

Sometimes, sometimes
he will tuck in
his claws
and offer his
silken
body
freely
into your hands.

A wild thing
calling you
Home
your heart echoes
his and
for a
moment
you are both
tame.

You will never
know why he
gives his
greatest treasure
to you,
nor why your
wild heart
chooses
to rest in
his paws,
trusting with
abandon it is
safe,
when greater
beasts have
failed it.

(This was is inspired by my cat Smokey- he’s been a silky companion for twelve years now!)

The White Hart

I saw him-
lit by moonlight
milk fur and soft
onyx eyes
pawing my garden
ripping the dirt
with his
fine hoof.

He did not
look up
though my heart
called him loudly.

Perhaps he
could not hear
through the window.

His antlers
wild
and noble
painted the sky

his home
in trees.

Quickly
his tail flashed
a white sail
in the night

my heart tore

to see
moonlight
in his wake.

I wonder
how it might
have
been
my life
from that night

for had he
met my eye

I would have
gone

with him.

Garden Wild

I live outside
of things.

I creep close
to the bushes
and grunt
in the leaves
with the hedgehogs.

I breathe in
sweet jasmine
I breathe out
all the houses
I used to know.

My dress hangs
on a rose thorn
in a closet of
moonlit marigolds.

I am captured by
green wild owl
eyes and
none of the places
I used to know.

My face turned
towards sun
my heart a
flaming bird
burning as it goes.