Again aroused from beMused sleep by another challenge set in dVerse’s Poets’ Hostelry.
The challenge was to include one of her selections of his lines as an epigram to a new poem of any form.
Here’s today’s offering, remembering again the wild goats that I sometimes encounter on the A839 road between Loch Fleet and Pittentrail, in the shelter of “their” craggy outcrop, which may or may not contain schist (but it rhymed chimingly, so I hope it does).
feral II “There is a human wildness held beneath the skin.”- Arts, Jim Harrison oh yes, there's a human wildness and it's held beneath the skin a savage quite ignoble—endodermis keeps it in— ferality that tramples, Goat-hooves ringing on the schist in the echoes of a Wolf-decree, a shrouded bigamist No! there is a human wildness, oh beneath the skin held tight with longing— to release it; to let the Miscreant out; to let the Ogre lumber, the Ugly stumble free— to call to the Beloved: welcome, welcome home to me © Kathy Labrum McVittie 26 January 2022 All rights reserved