Wild Thing Living

Come away, O human child.
To the waters and the wild. With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
-‘The Stolen Child’ William Butler Yeats –

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Wild Thing Living

Long after fires are spent on ancient ground,

in wind that brings your voice, your smile,

there is no such thing as time, only bare feet on dew wet grass,

with

The Wild Thing Living.

Oil Painting Wild Thing Living © 2014 Teri Flynn @ Masked Native

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When I was a chid,

I couldn’t imagine where the world began,

or ended.

There was magic in a rainbow,

the friendliness of trees,

countless days to play, to dream,

until fear, shame, guilt, pain,

shadows cast, and the child was lost.

Was love ever here?

Did it begin? Did it end? Why can’t I remember when?

Did you miss me, child, were you lonely then?