Un-civilized

     Inspire Wings by Ella of Ella's Edge

There is a place

no steel-tongue, stone-eyed

traps are set

no barbed-wire boundaries strung

nor poisoned pans

laid out

there is a place,

a compass-cornered alcove,

where grey wind goes

as it rushes past

there is a place

in star-crooned skies

the moon resides

with all her lovely faces 

there is a place

the waters gather

to listen to the sirens sing

in deep-chambered blues

there is a place

behind dream-kissed eyes,

each night,

I slip the leash

This is for the Sunday mini-challenge over in the garden at IGRT.  Click on the link and check it out.  We were instructed to write about our inner wild woman, and I didn't really do that.  Instead I ended up writing about these lovely, wild havens.   Oh well.... And, I should add I've also tried my hand at kenning (creating a new word by combining existing words...sort of), which Bjorn Rudberg explains so well at dVerse.  Once again I am too slow to link up, but you should still check it out anyway.  Besides his interesting and thorough explanation you'll find some brilliant poems.