The Woman of the World: Some More of My Poetry
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It's been a long time since I've included my poetry here. I have been focusing my efforts instead on my novel series and to my blog. But there was an instance recently that had me composing poetry again, and I found that I had missed it. I missed the puzzle of working out how to lay it all out: How many lines? How stanzas? Which one is the perfect word? It felt like familiar territory, like visiting an old friend.
Well, without further ado:
The Woman of the World
My shadow stretches beyond me
As I walk through the sands;
I can see the sun blaze
Through tears and sweat,
Feel the stinging,
The blistering,
The burning.
The nightmares haunt.
Every day is Halloween;
My Hound within hungers for blood,
For flesh that has done wrong.
We know where Evil lurks unseen.
“To be or not to be”
Is not the question for me.
My destiny was decided:
Two spirits entwined
In a corporeal cage
To serve and save humanity.
I knew the people,
Heard their voices,
Danced to their beat,
And became their Muse
To laugh and love
In their presence.
But darkness takes them away
When their clocks stop;
I sew patches onto my heart,
But blood leaks through.
Can anyone hold me?
Will anyone love me?
Hear the winds whisper
My names in History:
Red Wolf... Bad
Wolf... Wolfina;
I wander the eternal plains of Life,
Forever with unfinished business...
For some more of my poetry, check out "The Death Ache" and "Raw Madness."
If you have read my short stories, more specifically, my fanfiction, you may be familiar with my character Wolfina Jones. You can find her in a Labyrinth and Doctor Who fanfiction. Note: The Doctor Who fanfiction says "Part 1," but I'm not sure if I'll ever revisit it. Maybe one day...
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