Nella Freund

If she starts flowing, she will infect the world
with gentle and intimidating determination.
Who will find her there? I may find her, even dead,
My long lost, already mourned, wild and ecstatic woman.
Nada Lagerstrom

My Wild and Ecstatic Woman

Daily routines in her daily life,
she is a master in the art of family
but inside,
her anima and animus
are barren and blocked;
she is scared to even go there;
if she starts flowing, she will infect the world

It might cause people to look at her
in a strange way;
friends might comment that
maybe they didn’t know her after all;
parts of herself she didn’t even know:
rather let them emerge, than fester in dank, dark pools.
She continues, with gentle and intimidating determination

“I’m trying to write a book”
They look at her as though
she tells them she swallows arsenic daily;
writing can be like a slow death in a quiet place,
alone, she might expire,
with all those words jumping in her head
Who will find her there? I may find her, even dead

I can resuscitate her,
tell her I love her,
breathe new life into her
I knew her once, but thought she had gone;
She will come back older, possibly wiser,
I have so missed her,
my long lost, already mourned, wild and ecstatic woman

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