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.
