Song of the Wild Woman
You carry within you
The embers of hope &
The smoldering flames of
So many dreams unfulfilled.
The yearnings of all of the
Wild Women, Free Spirits,
Priestesses, Medicine Women & Shamans
Who practiced their magic
In ancient groves & hidden coves,
Passing down their divine knowledge
And sacred wisdom in whispers
Through the ages.
All of these ladies
fervently yearning for the day a woman
Just like you would run free
With that same fire in her veins,
To fulfill the dreams & unattainable desires
Of all the Mighty Females
Who came before,
But were denied the right to achieve.
The blood of your ancestors
Runs riot through that
Untameable heart & savage soul of yours.
Your ravishing body, your unkempt hair,
Your defiant spirit,
You in all your feminine glory
Are the embodiment of promises kept,
And so many wishes come to fruition at long last.
Remember this every time life
Seems to conspire against you:
You are the breathing culmination of
The longings & aspirations of
Thousands of mothers & daughters & sisters
Who came before you.
Born into gilded cages,
Tied into corsets so tight
they could hardly breathe,
All wrapped in pretty little bows,
Meant only to speak when spoken to
And marry well.
Never knowing true freedom.
Never knowing true bliss,
Never experiencing lasting happiness.
All living with the dream that one day
Their daughters & granddaughters
Would be able to do whatever they pleased
Without fear or shame.
So you listen to the voices that
Scream from within you.
Hear the echos of anguish carried by the wind
Of witches burned for healing people
And innocent girls marked with
For daring follow their hearts,
For practicing their healing arts,
For being born the wrong gender.
You Live.You Love.You Rage.
And you Fight.
For you. For them.
For those women who came before.
For our own daughters.
We are the generation
Our ancestors prayed for in the moonlight.
We are their hopes made real.
So you revel in the sun,
Burn brightly & never let
Anyone or anything
Dull your perfect shine or douse
That searing inferno of a warrior spirit
You are too important
To do anything other than
Honor all those matriarchs,
Live your life as they never could.
Hold onto the privileges they never had.
Hold fast to your rights & your principles.
Be bold. Be loud. Be fierce. Be free.
Be your unstoppable, incorrigible, audacious,
Hell-raising, headstrong, compassionate,
Provocative, resplendent, savvy, sexy
Beautifully unique self.
© Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry