The Wildhood of it all.
Crescent moon strung low
Draped between two clavicles
Hollowed above muscle
Beating heart and mighty thymus beneath.
She is the Warrior Woman.
Born anew
Each breath through lips
Each moment in time
Each seasonal shift.
Speckled in bioluminescence
She rises from the shoreline
Where only turtles await her path
Laying their eggs in thick, wet sand
Primal knowledge guiding each.
She strides through mussel beds
Eyes aglow, reflecting Venus.
The silhouette of seaside conifers frame her figure
Her bow strung over broad shoulders
Ancestral treasures tucked into her hips.
Crossing beach and coastline forest
Heading for the mountains she goes
To claim her beloved
Awaiting in the uppermost treeline.
He sensed her approaching return, days ago
Preparing deer, berry wine and fish that he speared
His fire roars as he lays down bearskin
For his Queen
About the Creator
Auntie Licious
She is a never ending story written in the stars.
Alyssa has been a lifelong writer, having recently begun sharing her creations more widely. Her poems are inspired by nature, heartache, activism, sensitivity and mental health.
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