My Vancouver Island Shawl
This is a revised creation I call
my Vancouver Island Shawl.
It will keep me snuggly warm
as when my Husband Lover’s arms
wrapped around me in embraces,
those youthful, Not Forgotten Days
‘midst Northern Ontario wilderness.
That Lovely Land of Lakes and Rivers
saw many a hug and a kiss
as I now fondly recall.
I am drawn to quote myself
of something I once wrote:
She Said To Him…
Come lie with me on the soft green moss
in the heat of this summer’s day
and I’ll give you delicious, impassioned kisses
to take your breath away.
Let Nature witness our wild love-sport
among the spruce and pines-
hunting rare ecstasies with our senses-
tracking each other’s pleasure signs.
Deep, desperate growls and surrendering moans
will guide us on our way,
bringing us stealthily toward the unity
of Love predator and prey.
Now those Days are long gone.
With my Memories, I Moved On.
I know I am where I Belong.
Once again, I gained through loss.
Everywhere I look it seems
the fulfillment of strange dreams,
the kind I can’t ignore.
I’ve known this Island long before
I was This Version of my Soul…
Is my Poem finished? I don’t know.
January 21, 2023
Note- the poem ‘She Said To Him’ was written in August 1996 and revised in April 2014
Shelley Audrey Wilson
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