Wild

she had become wild and overgrown,
like creeping ivy,
and feral night creatures–
like neglected velvet roses
and fierce northern winds

6 thoughts on “Wild”

teandpaper says:

October 5, 2017 at 11:45 am

love and love this poem!

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1. spanishwoods says:
  
  October 5, 2017 at 12:07 pm
  
  Thank you so much.
  
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Jodi says:

October 5, 2017 at 12:24 pm

Love the imagery! I look forward to your words daily sylvia.

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1. spanishwoods says:
  
  October 5, 2017 at 1:15 pm
  
  Thank you Jodi. You are so sweet.
  
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Ancient Skies says:

October 5, 2017 at 2:01 pm

Awesome!

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Juliana Lightle says:

October 7, 2017 at 3:09 am

The word abandon seems to fit.

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