Tag Archives: wild woman

Families…

Posted on January 21, 2013 by dustforthedancers

This is a piece I wrote about 2 years ago, when I was living with my mother and sister. We are a beautiful family, who love and support, share and hold each other very close… but with this, some times, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged daughters, family, mothers, poem, poetry, sisters, wild woman, witches, women | 1 Comment

look into eye

Posted on November 21, 2012 by dustforthedancers

look into my eyes if you dare, see soul and surrender, feel bold and remember. take your time, see reflected my feeling intercepted, by your grace or grievance… remember. look into eyes if you dare, see soul: surrender, feel bold: … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Clarissa Pinkola Estes, dare, grace, growth, heart, inspiration, listen, mirror, poem, poetry, processing, reflection, soul self, story, surrender, tears, wild woman, women who run with the wolves, writing | 2 Comments

Flowers

Posted on November 20, 2012 by dustforthedancers

Why do I wear these flowers across skin and flesh? Like the feminine that blossoms across my chest, Like the flush of cheek and neck, Like rose petal lips, And that perfume you inhaled as you stole a kiss.

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Secrets are poison

Posted on November 20, 2012 by dustforthedancers

This hide has weathered much, but still warms under tender touch. Don’t spit no more your poison my way. These lips may appear silent, but they ain’t afraid to say what needs saying, violent. Fixed, not forgotten. Listen and speak, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged cathartic, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, poem, poetry, poison, secrets, soul self, speak, truth, wild woman, women who run with the wolves, writing | 1 Comment

Cackle

Posted on November 14, 2012 by dustforthedancers

(Inspired by Women Who Run With The Wolves – Clarissa Pinkola Estés) Cackle, woman, Cackle like the witch you are. Bring spittle and star sparkle. Let that heave of breast, bounce, and that shortness of breath, hiss. Belly roar, belly … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Clarissa Pinkola Estes, inspiration, laughter, let go, poem, poetry, transformation, wild woman, witch, women who run with the wolves, writing | 4 Comments