On Poetry: My Wild Woman

My Wild Woman

My wild woman is calling me,
beckoning from the woods,
a woodland nymph running free,
free of musts and shoulds.

She needs time alone, away from the fray,
She needs to shake and move her hips,
To shrug off the day to day and play,
Pour sweet nectar down her throat, her lips.

My wild woman knows what to do,
She’s strong and certain of her needs,
deep down her primal roar comes through,
An oak grown from a sapling from a seed.

She is vibrant colours, she is saturated hues,
Deep down her spirit calls to her,
rich pinks and oranges, botanical greens and blues,
Still and at one with nature.

My wild woman is wise beyond all years,
an absolute sense of her authenticity.
To allay any tears and fears,
to expose her softest parts, her vulnerability.

She is at once soft and strong,
crouching in the shadows, watching,
she warns when something is terribly wrong,
throat growling, tail twitching.

My wild woman sets me free,
to do what I need to do,
To become the magical version of me,
in my most brilliant, brightest hue.

AP, 18.10.20

And, an explanation, below:

What is the Wild Woman?

The Wild Woman is a part of each of us. She is not the crazed and uncivilized creature she is sometimes made out to be, but the part of us that is deeply and inextricably connected to natural life. She is connected to all things in nature, including her own body, whom she cares for and utilizes as an instrument of perception. She represents the part of each woman that comes from nature and is part of nature.

The Wild Woman is an archetype, and as such, can rise from the unconscious and come into play when the time is right. She is a portal to natural empowerment, through which we understand that we don’t have to “become someone else” to be loved, that who we are is utterly perfect, and that each of us is born with a natural genius that can be revealed and will bloom with the help of our body’s native intelligence.

Each of us has that native, embodied wisdom—a wild, untamed, undomesticated body-mind and heart that know what is true for us. This looks and feels different for each woman, and no two are ever alike.

The Wild Woman is not a fixed idea or a template into which we need to fit ourselves, but rather a portal, an entry point into our vast and rich inner landscape.

A description of recent indulgent read, ‘The Wild Woman’s Way’ by Michaela Boehm.