i belong in the heartbeat
of a tree and the petals of a
flower,
but not in this concrete jungle
with mazes of people
who cannot remember that they're
more than monsters;
let the river
sing me songs and the moons
psalm me to sleep
let my bare feet dance across the grass
and upon the jagged sands
of oceans—
let me be artemis
tearing apart men with fangs of wolves and
coyotes and the claws of bears,
and the wounds of flowers
shrill as angry birds.
About Linda Crate:
Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. Recently her two chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013) and Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014) were published. Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. Her poetry collection Sing Your Own Song is forthcoming through Barometric Pressures Series.
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