CruciformLast night I felt fire
inhabited my chest
my breasts burned as if they had caught a heavy sickness
I tore my clothes off and feeling the tile beneath my feet I stood
feeling prickling across my hot skin
watching the electric storm rake dark sky
wondering my part in anything if at all
or why
some days we feel such clamouring disturbance
deep in ourselves as if someone else
is trying to get out or some displacement, some wrong
as yet unfound pulls our string
what is the mix of this temperament and how
do we stay still when everything is at once uneasy and fraught
an inner lament bound with wire
the hairs on my arms standing up
watching time spin over head
I couldn’t concentrate or think
it was as if all higher function were lost
returning me to who I was
in instinct
crouching naked beneath lightning
like a feral being
nothing in my mind except a longing
to tear through the artifice
strip myself of those conscious things
fear and routine, habits and awareness
I longed to return to that
stark undimmed polar
of reaction and gut
shaping my response
who needs all the books and learning
let us stand once more
stark against thunder
and roar
sate our anxieties and the ever-present woes of our world
on the savagery of relenting
giving over our human skin
hanging it on the post
dropping our keys and footprints
to streak instinctive and returned to wild
across the green
blurring with rain and rush of leaves
gone from our homes
the doors stand
and soon
all is wet
all is calm
In claiming my savagery
I find peace

0 Replies to “L'enfant sauvage”

  1. “Returning me to who I was…..” Such a wonderful writing! In our society, it seems so many are lost and in need of “Returning me to who I was”. Less and less personal contact. Social media provides placebo friends. Addiction to devices is so obvious but not yet properly addressed. Love, love love this writing! How many people really know who they are or once were?. Aweplause ! Take a bow! Thank you for turning your observations in to art.

  2. “Returning me to who I was” I interpret this as returning to who we are as a child within. Not forgetting a child of heart of what makes us human. Sometimes, being an adult and taking things serious can really being us down or cry. But if we think and go back to our roots, its always there in our hearts to know where we come from and who we are as happy and fun people inside.
    Beautifully written poem sis and your always master of truthfulness and heart. 🙂

        1. Your support means so much because often I flounder and feel very alone and it really helps to know someone cares thank you Holly you are such a kind person and a good person

  3. Wow and double wow!!! This is one of the most splendid pieces you have every written. And I wanted to jump right in there with you and run right alongside you doing everything you did!!!
    Je t’aime, Natalie 🙂 <3

    1. I miss you! I don’t see you here enough (I’m greedy!) I hope you are doing okay, did you see TCU in the National News the other day? That young man who won the Fullbright? I thought of you. I so appreciate you liking this piece!

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