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She Walks Barefoot Among Giants
by Britt ZimmermanShe walks barefoot among giants
Letting the tall grasses
Graze against her fingertips
Everything is yellow...
Maize colored weeds,
Soft golden sands
Her hair...
Her dress...
It contrasts with the blue and white sky
And her sun weathered skin.
She carries her bow
Like a goddess
It drapes across bare shoulders
And hangs silent in her gait
She lies in wait with lions,
Runs her fingers through
yellow-orange manes
Her strength is clear and present
It peers through dark eyes
And winds down through lips
And neck
Until it settles in her stomach
She is creating rivers
Through the arid plains
Rushing wild rivers that rage
From within her soul
and she bathes
In the cool clear waters
Born again
Strong...
Present...
She let's her arrows fly
into her demons
And satisfies her pride with it's kill 09/18/2014 Posted on 09/19/2014
Copyright © 2026 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/19/14 at 07:23 PM This seems a combination of Mother Nature and memorable goddesses. It flows like the river within her. I love it all but especially the stanza about her strength, and those last three lines. Nicely done. |
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