Makes me wonder if people, women, ever lived with wolves like dogs live with us. Scary idea, the bones reforming then transforming and for me, your poem gives the story the werewolf feeling. A dimension I can’t quite reach but can feel its presence… like just maybe it could happen!
Anything is possible Stafford. It’s not meant to be scary, rather liberating, but down the track certain religions changed the text to make La Loba and her ilk to be of a more evil persuasion (but they had an ulterior motive). That is why the wolf in fairy tales is often seen as scary.
When we each find ourselves, at some time in our lives, at that “place we all know in our souls” there is indeed a great deal of pondering “what song to sing”.
I have very much enjoyed this. The word “becomes” so strong in that pivotal statement/expectation.
I have stumbled in here on a coffee break wander. I doubt I will stumble when next I return.
Should have known you would have read it Selma. I haven’t finished it yet but I’m loving it. I was thinking of you and some other women when I wrote it.
yes! love this poem. i have a copy of that book but havent opened it in years, will have to dust it off now and return to the wild. beautiful work gabrielle!
I was enjoying a perfect weather, maybe an Australian weather, in the garden, doing nothing for a few days and when I finally woke up, bang, bang, bang, so many interesting things here. You were not in the garden!
I love this poem and find it also liberating,a powerful woman and not an evil witch.
Not in the garden, no, I feel I need to hurry for some reason. She’s definitely not an evil witch Ben. I’m glad you are getting some warm weather for a change.
Oh my goodnes! I love this, the transformation at the end is so appropriate to how I was feeling yesterday. i feel like those dry bones, just waiting to hear the song that will stir me to new life. I hear it, but it is yet faint. Maybe I just need to listen a little harder.
May 25, 2010 at 12:17 pm
Makes me wonder if people, women, ever lived with wolves like dogs live with us. Scary idea, the bones reforming then transforming and for me, your poem gives the story the werewolf feeling. A dimension I can’t quite reach but can feel its presence… like just maybe it could happen!
May 25, 2010 at 5:34 pm
Anything is possible Stafford. It’s not meant to be scary, rather liberating, but down the track certain religions changed the text to make La Loba and her ilk to be of a more evil persuasion (but they had an ulterior motive). That is why the wolf in fairy tales is often seen as scary.
May 25, 2010 at 1:15 pm
When we each find ourselves, at some time in our lives, at that “place we all know in our souls” there is indeed a great deal of pondering “what song to sing”.
I have very much enjoyed this. The word “becomes” so strong in that pivotal statement/expectation.
I have stumbled in here on a coffee break wander. I doubt I will stumble when next I return.
May 25, 2010 at 5:35 pm
Good to see you here Neil and I appreciate your understanding.
May 25, 2010 at 3:10 pm
I love ‘Women Who Run With The Wolves.’ I also love this poem. Your final line is sheer genius. Delicious and profound.
May 25, 2010 at 5:36 pm
Should have known you would have read it Selma. I haven’t finished it yet but I’m loving it. I was thinking of you and some other women when I wrote it.
May 25, 2010 at 7:06 pm
Very elegant.
May 25, 2010 at 8:25 pm
They are, thank you Paul.
May 25, 2010 at 11:31 pm
yes! love this poem. i have a copy of that book but havent opened it in years, will have to dust it off now and return to the wild. beautiful work gabrielle!
May 26, 2010 at 1:14 pm
good to see some have the book already, thanks tipota.
May 26, 2010 at 4:22 am
I was enjoying a perfect weather, maybe an Australian weather, in the garden, doing nothing for a few days and when I finally woke up, bang, bang, bang, so many interesting things here. You were not in the garden!
I love this poem and find it also liberating,a powerful woman and not an evil witch.
May 26, 2010 at 1:17 pm
Not in the garden, no, I feel I need to hurry for some reason. She’s definitely not an evil witch Ben. I’m glad you are getting some warm weather for a change.
May 27, 2010 at 10:53 am
Your diversity of subject matter always impresses me Gabrielle. Thanks for this lovely wild verse, there is a great deal in it I understand.
May 27, 2010 at 4:12 pm
I thought you would Val 🙂 thank you.
May 27, 2010 at 7:13 pm
Yes! My brother is the bone collector in my family. I had not heard of La Loba but will be doing my homework on her Gabe!
May 28, 2010 at 9:28 am
I only came across her recently Graham, she has many names. The symbolism of the bone is worth having a closer look at as well.
June 22, 2010 at 8:06 am
Wow – this book is now on my amazon wishlist!!
June 22, 2010 at 9:51 am
It’s an inspirational book Dee – I see you like wolves too 🙂
November 3, 2010 at 12:02 pm
Oh my goodnes! I love this, the transformation at the end is so appropriate to how I was feeling yesterday. i feel like those dry bones, just waiting to hear the song that will stir me to new life. I hear it, but it is yet faint. Maybe I just need to listen a little harder.
November 3, 2010 at 1:38 pm
Yes, we all need to listen a little harder – but it is so difficult sometimes when your body and mind are tired. Thanks for reading Storm Dweller 🙂