Why do you brood, O’ feral child
You are but a Goddess of the wild
With flowing tresses flying loose
Beckoning the wind to a whirling cruise
Your open wide iridescent eyes
Challenge the clear luminescent skies
Death and melancholy, your things of play
Untamed, always willing to slay
Why do you mourn, why do you weep
Your courage is mighty, your passion deep
O’ mistress of beasts, mother of wolves
You clutch at your cubs while they snooze
It’s tough to grasp your smothering love
Indifferent outside, no sign above
A ‘civilised savage’ you claim to be
Immortalised as Gauguin’s 'Oviri'
© Priyanka Naik
Pic source: Wikipedia.
Author’s note: The title gets its name from the 1894 ceramic sculpture by French artist, Paul Gauguin.
My poem which is inspired by the same is a rendition to the ‘feral’ side of the Goddess in every woman.
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