FRESH OFF THE PAGE: no one could see

I’m not exactly sure where this poem came from, although I do have an idea. The words just came pouring out, one after another. Feelings of frustration, anger, resentment tend to do that, I guess. Once let loose, they returned to being quiet again.


no one could see

hidden among lambs
lying in green grass
carefully camouflaged
waited my soul
a wolf adorned in
pale sheep’s clothing;
no one could know
not even me
what would unfold
rise up from the grass
emerge from shadows
come crying to life
when my skin came off
but I felt a roaring
spill out of my chest
rolling and burning
chilling all the world
no you will not
take me back down
to the ground again
i will not hide anymore
among sheep
share their skins;
no more concealing
who I am
deceiving myself
wool over my eyes
the wolf at the door
howling now, is me

About Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.