Thorns

by Sarah Smith

Image credit: Vinicius "amnx" Amano on Unsplash

Wild woman,

I see your eyes,

glowing,

in the dead of night.

Your power emanates

in the silhouette of your horns,

your crown:

a gift, bestowed upon.

Wild woman,

I hear your cry,

howling,

in the shadow of the new moon.

Take down the wall

of thorns

lining the delicate tissue

of your heart and be.

***

Sarah Smith

Sarah Smith is a published poet, writer, artist, and certified creative arts therapist. Smith lives in Cleveland, Ohio, USA with her husband and three cats. Smith manages a creative arts blog entitled Chronicles of a Disillusioned Optimist and also has poetry anthologies available for sale on Amazon. For more information, please visit Smith's website: https://sarahelisabethsmith.wordpress.com