she paints herself in mud
to hide her nakedness
digs a ditch to lie in
wishing to be ravaged
by rabbit or lion
reticent until dusk
do not disturb–
her mud now blood
when the beasts do not come
she plucks carrots to lure
from the place she once planted seeds
they sit on her chest
arms crossed–
only hungry locusts arrive
with sharp tusks
giraffes patterned the fields where she lay
that is how they found her.
Photo by LadyHawk/insight4cos
© 2012
The Juice Bar 
Apryl, I love this dark poetic vision! I hope you like the photo I chose 🙂
Thank you Lisa I love the image and really appreciate you highlighting this poem. What a strange dream! I always love your posts so it is always exciting to be a part of it!
There are many fields of artistry like seeing cornfields sway and wild meadows smile as you journey thru stopping from time to time embellishing nature, thought and lust….
Thank you Mitch. May the meadows continue to smile, and fields sway for you!