Irrepressible Wild Woman

We fight, Fate and I,
while she’s plucking words
out of my back, whisperings
that say she wants mad art
screaming at life:

“Be words of embryonic blood,
hurricanic laughter in tradition’s walls.
Be raw fearlessness.”

I stretch my spine, bare
my teeth, give what pleases her
and me—I am an irrepressible
Wild Woman.

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the wee notes…
– I’m really enjoying this tweaking and combining of Poem Bits… I hope you don’t tire of the results too quickly, my Wicked Luvs, for I see a few of them in our future. They are just so much fun to play with. 🙂
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Flash 55) and Poets United (Poetry Pantry 318).
– Below, I’ve included the blackout poem bits that make up this piece. Find similar bits, on Instagram.

Mad Art

Be

Wild Woman

69 thoughts on “Irrepressible Wild Woman

  1. When I saw the title, I of course thought of you as well as anyone who is independent, strong, yet knows how to exude grace… Looks like your mojo is alive… 🙂

  2. This is an amazing blackout poem, Magaly. As I read it the first time, I never would have guessed. It has a wonderful flow and a zing to it. Powerful words.

    Love the way you have illustrated the blacking out as well. Cool effect with that hammer. You are really on a creative roll!

    • Thank you so much, Mary. I started blacking out poems (and coloring books) after my occupational therapy said I needed the exercise for my fingers and hands. I must thank him properly. Because I’m really enjoying the process. Exercise never felt this good. 🙂

  3. Being irrepressible is not as easy as you make it sound, but if one is wild enough, it appears one finds a way. Love how you are turning your bits into larger songs, and the imagery you find to do so is hard-hitting and vivid, as in the opening few lines, and their resolution in the close.

  4. a very interesting concept. and hey, the words flow and form a very lively tale. 🙂
    reminds me of the ‘game’ where one cuts out random words/lines from a newspaper and try to do a poem with those cutout pieces.

  5. The only words that immediately came up were “HELL YA”. I am addicted to your words no matter how they layout in proper names I don’t even know. Just never stop…writing, sharing and being the beautiful, strong irrepressible Wild Woman that you are. Hugs Rasz

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