Wild Geese


A poem by Madhuri.

Longing to reach wild geese

I loved a man
with sable hair
a v-shaped mouth
and shoulders square.

He loved me too,
and all was good
in that roomy house
in a Midwest wood.

But every year
the wild geese flew
in an arrowhead
of birds and blue

And I looked up
when I heard them call
and my heart it woke
and I tiptoed tall.

My man bent down
to shoe the car
to earn the bread
to open the jar.

Sometimes we went
across some sea
where I felt at home
much more than he.

brochure of house

Till then one day
I left for good
that tidy man
in his house of wood

And though I’ve gone
I love him still
and I call to him
over vale and hill

When I fly so high
with neck outstretched
my strong wings wide
above Earth’s deck –

I cry my heart
to the wild Fall
and the cold bright air
and my brethrens’ call

But that good strong man
is married fast
and his house is warm
and I fly on past

Around the world
on a river of air
while the land is cold
and the trees are bare.

January 2016, Hebden Bridge
Featured image by nuvolanevicata (via Shutterstock)


Madhuri is a healer, artist, poet and author of several books, Mistakes on the Path being her latest memoir. madhurijewel.com

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