The Call of the Wild

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Wild wayward child
Walk glad
The path that’s
Always never tamed,
Untrod un-parted
Started where?
Such brambles run to trip
Ensnare of thorn
That just may pierce
To make you bleed
You need your light
Your only light
Your guide will
Dwindle and dissolve
Into such pools of
Shadows locked in flocks
Of spectres haunting cries
For there
With reverential care
In every step uneven
Never knowing where it leads
Or lead
You even
Lose your wits
You yet
Had longed to shed
That self
Like worn out clothes
You may just drop
To let your naked skin
Begin to breathe
Expose like birth
Alone you never needed
false apparels
Never suited ways
That others trod the same
Your name was never
Thing unchanging
Always re-arranging
You are not the same
You are a traveller
Your heart
On grounds no one
Has walked before
Or will again
For it is told
That those who walk the path
That others fear to tread
Reap riches for all souls to wed
And more can feast of food
That ever satiates
The hungry heart
Become the Gods that shape
The destinies your fate
And not Forsake for long
The paths that you
And only you
With wild wilfulness
In truth can walk afar
Can make your own
You own and find
Alone your way
Where darkness lies
Are answers
Answer call
For after all
You are a willing
Wild child
Not destined for
What has been
But primed for finding
All that may become
Along your solitary
Wandering come
Intransigence eternal transit
Freedoms to be found
Within the wildness
All around
Walk free!

© K Barr

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Oppression and Resistance

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In fields of Asphodel
They lay
The slaughtered
Daughters
Dead
Their stay
In underworlds of dark
Dismay
Yet can they rise again
We ask
To bask in sun
Redeem the past
May they live
To conquer death?
Is hope dispelled
Devoid of breath
For always
Life can not
No never stop
Life will grow
Where once could not

©K Barr

 

Winter of the Soul

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Cold
When energy
Contracts
All acts
A necessary force of will
Retreat is pleading
Needing still
No movement to conserve
A hope for future
In reserve
All bids for living
Frozen hard
For spirits slumber
Deep and memories of warmth
That passed
Are all the food for dreams
We have to keep us safe…

©K Barr