Wild Woman Soul
Lost in dreamland, a dismantled skeleton
alchemical abyss shrouded by the mundane
Her instincts ripe from the depths of souls nature,
She clamours for the fragrance of silent mountain air.
Clawing at the earth, squatting, the initiated Warrior,
Burning and potent, robust, wide eyed.
Singing for soul and for blood and for babies,
Roughshod and free, the wild woman soul.