Wild

Her brothers tried to hold
her down once…
two of them bled and none
slept well for weeks.

She did not like confinement —
by walls or people or rules —
and fought it at
every step,
from the clothes she
should/wouldn’t wear to her
wild and unruly auburn hair
to the activities ‘unbecoming’
for a girl.

Everything changed,
as so often happens, soon
after she turned sixteen…
and He moved to town.

He was the only one that
could control her, or get
her to brush her hair,
and when he called her
wild
she liked it.

Image RBS-01, photograph from public park in N...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written for the Trifecta Writing Challenge.

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13 Comments

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13 responses to “Wild

  1. Redheads are notoriously wild and untameable !!

  2. Excellent. I have met her. I have BEEN her.
    Love this: “two of them bled and none
    slept well for weeks.”
    Loves me a scrapper. 😉

  3. leahJlynn

    brave women, who is weaken rightful by a handsome equally strong man. love micro romance novella.
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  4. Except that I didn’t have brothers, only a sister whose wrist I once dislocated, you could have been writing about me. I could feel the affection in this, despite the account of her wildness.

  5. The ending is just perfect! Nicely done.

  6. Very evocative. Full of the power and confidence of the young. Loved it.

  7. Shawna

    “and when he called her
    wild
    she liked it”

    Wow. You are SO good with the endings, my friend. 🙂 I love her unruly auburn hair.

  8. The last stanza is the best! Love the auburn hair and the fiery personality (16 and boys bring it on). Strong girl meets her match.

  9. I like that even though she combed her hair, she didn’t give up her wildness.

  10. Nice poem. The ending hints at turmoil yet to come.

  11. Brings to mind Shakespeare. The shrew is most easily tamed by love.
    Thanks for linking up. Please come back tomorrow for the new challenge.

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