We were wild gods long forsaken
our bed of passion birthed
thunder dragons in a blooded sky
We were sea monsters ruling
the muted oceanic world
scrying in the dark depths
We were bundled soul sticks
so that we could not be broken
straining against the pressure
We were travelers in the spirit boat
our shamanistic selves couldn’t tame
tempest remnants of our humanity slain
Our deep psychic work mirrored
sexual arousal, oh how those sustained
plateaus shuddered through me
So I grew afraid, apart
ate specious tales of hearth fires
believing I could be safe
For a long while I was invisible
wanderlust overtook me and I forgot
my unrelenting intensity and we
Until I awoke, bathed in the potential
of my ferocity, regained my form
and headed to the mountains
Upon a forest path I encountered you
my wild, blackest wolf, blue eyes piercing,
your chaos magic revealing my true name
You howled it to the heavens, claiming me
as your equal, creating our language anew
outer being/inner creature regained
Your soulful tenacity and endurance
prevailed, reuniting us; at night I cry out:
cover me with your wildness!
Chromapoetica 
This is one of the greatest poems I have ever read. I mean that wholeheartedly. The symbolism, the language, the content. Pitch perfect poetry. Your talent never ceases to amaze and surprise me. It makes sense that the first known female poet Enheduanna has Anna in her name. You carry her spirit in your words. Beautiful.
You leave the most blush worthy comments. Really, I never know how to respond. Please stop by again soon ;)!
oh my goodness….great images and intense passion……i think we can never hide and bury our true nature for too long…love the wildness in this anna…
Thank you Claudia, this means a lot to me :D.
oh my, Anna…..those concluding four stanzas made me shiver.. really hypnotic..i can feel the spirit of wilderness all through.. agree with David, this is truly one of the most powerful poems i’ve read. you are Amazing, your heart and soul and poetic beauty you share with us. thank you~
Thank you Yelena, your compliment was so beautiful it made me cry.
wow, Anna… after reading the first line, i had to purr… and the poem built and built.
so good!
Oh, yay for purring :D.
This definitely takes you back to naked nature with some very powerful imagery, loved it!
Thanks Tino, nice to see you again.
you have a wonderful nact for sucking the reader in from the get go with such great imagery and your weaving of words, this one is surely no different. Have to back up the rest, amazingly written.
Yes, usually my hook means you’re in for a pile of philosophy or science but hopefully this time it was easy to stay hooked.
oh cool, I dig this one. I have just been watching the box set season one of Game of Thrones and this really brings that to mind (which to me, at least, is a very good thing). excellent work.
Thanks Jesse, I haven’t seen that I’ll have to check it out.
This is pure magic. I especially love this:
“Upon a forest path I encountered you
my wild, blackest wolf, blue eyes piercing,
your chaos magic revealing my true name”
All of these images will stay with me, next time I see the moon, it will be time to howl.
That alone made it worth writing, awesome!
Oh this is good, I loved the wildness and passion, losing yourself and then someone ignites it all again… Really really enjoyed this journey, I feel liked heading to the mountains… 🙂
Ha-ha, thank you, so glad you enjoyed it.
fascinating and beautiful….love the fasces tied together for strength…actually each of your images build this well…and the forgetting…felt that bit…and the cry at the end to cover me in your wilderness….really love this one anna
Thanks Brian, I keep trying new things. It’s wonderful to hear this resonated.
Ooh, this has a wild, care free feeling!
Yes, I’m howling at the moment :)!
Yowser, and I do have blue eyes ;). Excellente. And you did go to the mountains. I enjoyed this. The line work was exceptional. And of course word choise was superb as always. But the images, again are warming on the sensual side. I like the journey your poem led us on. I noticed above you said you were howling. I bet that sounds kool on a mountain top.
Ha-ha, yes, there’s a great echo and it startles the elk :D!
Great images..beautiful, Anna.
Thanks Ayala :).
Love the ending of “Cover me with your wildness.” I think that this might be a desire we all have, expressed or unexpressed. Wild is always appealing…..
It comes from a Babylonian myth and I agree with you D.
Double Wowzer, with this epic new age love sonnet, that drives the hook into our hearts, and only the gossamer soul wings could fan the passionate fires bursting from your sphere to ours; your protagonist leaping several lives like the she wolf, dragon, sea beast she is/was, always together with her karmic soul mate; One of you best, def, clear, sensual, intriguing.
You leave great comments Glenn, very poetic. Thank you very much.
Your powerful symbolic language has me speechless and trust me that is not an easy task. Wow!
That’s quite a compliment, very nice to meet you.
I like your shorter lines here and great use of the fantastical and sensual both. A very heated flow. k.
I was so tired when I wrote this I had trouble editing it so your comment on the flow is very much appreciated.
You are welcome. It travels quite a distance but has a kind of momentum. k.
wow…such passion!
Thanks Laura :).
Duran Duran
had a machine for this kind of itch if i recall:
Hungry like a Wolf – – – Howlllllllllll!!!!!!! 😀
This really makes a white water rapid splash,
carving a trail blazing crimson path to
raw meat and animalistic underbeat
bang. A drumming message of wild intensity:
smoke signals blooming through the dense undergrowth
makes me think of Twilight
wolves and vamps in the forest
feeding on bloodlust of the human animal in extremis
Loved it!
made me feel like walking barefoot
through mud:
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! 😀
Wow, that took me back to the 80s in a flash :). You know, I actually thought you’d hate this poem with all its mythology. I’m happy to be so wrong. I have been down class V rapids so your comment made me smile. I even rescued a woman who fell out of the raft who hit me repeatedly in her panic, nothing brings out the animal like survival. I have never seen or read Twilight so I’ll take your word for it. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR right back at ya :D.
Oh wow, I love this! These are my favorites:
“We were wild gods long forsaken”
“We were bundled soul sticks”
“ate specious tales of hearth fires
believing I could be safe”
“Upon a forest path I encountered you
my wild, blackest wolf, blue eyes piercing,
your chaos magic revealing my true name”
Thank you, some of my favorites too :).
really neat Anna. Love your ability to bend your voice, adapting to different styles. This piece had me thinking of indian myth tales, perhaps it was the wolf element, but it was also in the tone, the short stanzas that really build up the pace, eliciting image, emotion and parallels. Fantastic piece. thanks
Yes, I enjoy that process of adapting and find that it allows each poem to be fully its own entity. Thanks Fred, you give great feedback!
You’ve taken us on another epic journey to ourselves. “bathed in the potential of my ferocity” is one of my favorites in the host of all. I also especially loved the raw intensity of your last lines.
Jane, you are so smart :D.
There is something so sacred in a place that it comes out of the cavern of its place like an essence rising from beneath one’s floor imbuing the rooms in which we dwell and creating visions, dreams, insights. I’ve lived in Colorado and I have felt this. Whether that inspired this work or whether you out of the greatness of your great imagination and the depth of your knowledge conjured this, you have written here an important, serious literary work. This is filled with both myth and majesty. All praise for this very fine work, Anna.
Gay, this is an incredibly beautiful compliment. I admire you so; your encouragement means a lot to me.
Meeting again a former lover after tempted to warm cozy home life and some travel.
I can’t tell if the lover is another person or parts of yourself — but that does not matter, for they are, important ways, the same.
I have often seen these sort re-acquaintances fail as the lovers realize they have lied to themselves about their deep inner changes as they hope for more and to recapture old flames — former wild passion. Color my skeptical.
Follow-up poems on the speaker in this poem will be fun to hear.
This poem was not as packed as some of your other ones, so I could actually follow and not get frustrated like I do with people on 2 hour airline flights who try to tell me about their whole life. I actually got some of the mythology (Greek & Native American). I seriously enjoyed it. Thank you.
‘I can’t tell if the lover is another person or parts of yourself — but that does not matter, for they are, important ways, the same.’ Very insightful and I agree. You skeptical, I’m shocked :).
you start with a soft trot, and soon, we are all running mad full blast thru the world and up the side of the mountain, breathless hit the summit and the summit simply explodes. great movement, really like this one anna.
So cool to hear how you experienced it as a reader. I really look forward to catching up on what you’ve been writing.
an intense and passionate write. I’m so glad the ferocity was rediscovered. I particularly like the second to last stanza.
Me too :), thanks so much.
elemental.. mythic..chaotic..and wonderfully personal.. some coup here Anna
Something about not having punctuation makes all that possible.. language hanging, untethered, in the ether 🙂
This is a great poem, Anna. You’re awesome. Keep carving brilliance and you’ll do wonders! 🙂
Subhan Zein