The Girl in the Glade by Emily Fields

You are not tamed.

You are not a sitting duck waiting for the fox
to loose his jaw
upon your soft body.

The trees are watching. The trees are
your sisters: Amazon-limbed,
fast, rooted, silent.

You do not have to ask them a question.
They are the fierce witnesses
of your dreams. Conspire

with them. You are one of their tribe,
vital and impertinent.
You are the girl in the glade, a green flood.

You are not tamed.

 

 

Emily Fields writes both poetry and prose fiction and lives in Sussex, England.