The Legend

The Legend

The Legend – photo by Wild Thing

Peddler’s box drops
Wares spill out
With a smile
She helps him

They visit
Once done
She turns to go
He stops her

A gift he says
For her help
She declines
He insists
She accepts

On a small chain
Pure white
Beautiful … rare
Arctic fox tail

He attaches it
To her right shoulder
Stroking it
She thanks him

Upon her return
Whispers begin
What does it mean
This white tail

Her man
Lifts it
Smiles at her
Resumes his duties
She sits quietly
By his side

As the days pass
Animal tails
Appear everywhere
Squirrel
Raccoon and
Red fox

On others
Left shoulders
Some on waists
But no White
She laughed

No one asked
Why
They just did

She wondered
Should she
Shave her head
Would they

Wild Thing ©June 4, 2017

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice – by Wild Thing

I am proud to share with you, the announcement of my first book: Finding My Voice. It’s a Collection of what I consider to be my best poems, paired with some of my photos that have been digitally altered by me.

It’s printed on white paper and the art is full color that has a slight gloss to it. It was my goal to create something unique that would be at home on your bookshelf or your coffee table.

The poetry is some works that have appeared here as well as some that is new. It is my hope that you enjoy it as much as I did putting it together for you.

Get your copy today: Finding My Voice by Wild Thing

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Swamp Witch

Swamp Witch Dwelling - photo by Wild ThingDeep in fog
Surrounded by water
A silent
Dwelling tilts
On rickety stilts

Broken steps
Lead to a missing
Front porch
While flotsam
And jetsam
Float underneath

One thinks
It is empty
Legend says not

They say
In these parts
Go when
The moon is full
You will find
The Swamp Witch

But beware
You must know
The secret signal
Else nothing
Will change

Two barn owls
Their clicks
And screeches
Warn her
And tell you
To go away

Should you
Still go forward
Without the
Magick signal
You will regret it

For then
The witch’s
Most powerful
Protector appears

Toads, crickets
All, go quiet
Owls on a branch
Air heavy
Even the moon
Seems to hide

As the dark
Becomes black
Two blazing eyes
Will freeze
Your blood

Final warning
A loud roar
Last chance
Give the signal
Or . . .

Wild Thing ©May 7, 2017