Not Wearing Black Cos that Would Look Suspicious

Her heart grows wild things:

weeds that bloom in the dark,
fanged daisies
with sweetening grins,
big flowery butts that break small boxes,
CWS (cackles witchy style).

She looks smart in a velvet cape,
dreadlocks,
and a batty hat;
with soul (and teeth) bared
in defense of her loves …

She is
maiden Sister,
mother Protectress,
and Sage crone…
A wild woman

who takes her journal for a stroll
in the woods
“(not wearing black
cos that would look suspicious).”

 

 for Gina, my Daydream Believer: Happy Birthday, dear love!

added to Poetry Pantry 242

Gina

photo (and the journal in it) belong to Gina Morley;
the pole stuck in the dirt is park property
*cough, cough, cough*

63 thoughts on “Not Wearing Black Cos that Would Look Suspicious

  1. This is perfect, Magaly’s words a magic birthday present, teamed with perfectly quirky ‘Ginaesque’ pic 🙂

  2. wow! What a fabulous tribute! “She looks smart in a velvet cape,
    dreadlocks,
    and a batty hat;
    with soul (and teeth) bared
    in defense of her loves …”
    I can see it! Magaly your words are always magic.

  3. Happy women’s day Magaly; your poem states the sentiment of creation; yes we women come in all different shapes and sizes and colours, we are all celebrating today

    happy you dropped by my Sunday Lime today

    much love…

  4. I LOVE “her heart grows wild things”. Adore the cackles. And am thrilled to know this poem describes a true wild woman. Love her quote about black looking suspicious. LOL. Wish I could meet this woman. There would be cackles!

    • I think you and Gina would certainly like each other. You guys have a similar wild heart, love for Nature and her children… The tagline for her blog is: “Trusting in the truth of Nature”, and she means every word of it. ♥

  5. What a poem full of life and adventure..perfectly in tune with your profile photo and the image – I’ve never had the courage to take my journal for a walk that way at least!

    • I remember blogging about not linking poetry. And I truly didn’t like some kind of poetry… then I ran into poems that told a story. I enjoy those. Maybe you liked the fun tale (and the fun witchy woman) in this particular piece. 😉

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