From Day One, I was
a wild child.
Well-schooled but wayward.
Never pleaded for parental pardon.
Worldly wise wisp
wrapped in ribbons,
wants to be unspooled,
twirled, awhirl with
winsome, wastrel wiles.
Wishes for what she wants;
wants more than she gets;
gets what’s coming to her,
all the while knowing
there’s way more in store.
Her wickedly wanton waylays
wend their way into herstory.
© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Wrote this for the “Wild Woman” prompt at Ella’s Edge in the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Also posted at Poets United, in the Poetry Pantry, and for Sunday Scribblings… their prompt was “energy,” and if this doesn’t fill the bill, I’m in big trouble. ALSO, Poetic Bloomings is celebrating 100 posts, and they wanted a “celebration of self.” Oh, yeah, honey!!
NOTE: I was feeling pretty down until I read Ella’s prompt. I summoned my inner Sherry Blue Sky, Shay/Fireblossom, Lady Nimue, Jae Rose, and a few more … and before you know it, I was as Edgy as Ella! Thanks, you wonderful wild women, o ye of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Rants. (Don’t look now, but Gretchen Leary is catching up to us!)
Finally, about that photo. It was taken in Bermuda at the Princess Hotel, where I was artist-in-residence for two seasons. Didn’t know it yet, but I was newly pregnant with Riley when this was shot. My girlfriend Bev, from the cast of their Dreamgirls-type show, is with me. (I still have the skirt, for Halloween costumes. I’ll wear it as a head wrapping!) Peace, Amy
March 24, 2013 at 4:37 pm
Oh you are just entirely too cute!! Celebrate away, while we celebrate WITH you!
March 24, 2013 at 4:38 pm
I cannot identify, as I always feel I need to maintain my control. That is where my strength lies. However, I love that you were able to channel yourself like this. Very nicely shared.
March 24, 2013 at 4:44 pm
I liked this poem! Do you know the song “Wild Child” by Enya? It’s one of my favorite songs 🙂
March 24, 2013 at 5:03 pm
Why does Wild Thing by the Troggs get stuck me head…i
March 24, 2013 at 5:07 pm
Sounds like you were a right handful! Not that I believe that you were that wild, just a b….y good writer!
March 24, 2013 at 5:21 pm
I think the energy prompt fits very well. I can just recall the energy I had 50 years ago, but only just!
March 24, 2013 at 5:25 pm
I love all the wild W words and the way they roll off the tongue…
March 24, 2013 at 5:30 pm
Really loved this!
March 24, 2013 at 5:42 pm
I enjoyed the “W” word play in this, Amy. Made it fun to read aloud! Always good to see you in Poetry Pantry.
Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)
March 24, 2013 at 6:15 pm
I too enjoyed the alliteration, and even more the message. 🙂
March 24, 2013 at 6:21 pm
You wild thang, you. 🙂
March 24, 2013 at 6:43 pm
Oh, So Fabulous!!!!
You tell true.
And look at the hottie in that photo.
March 24, 2013 at 6:48 pm
Wonderful, wonky, way-out poetry!
Kay, Alberta, Canada
March 24, 2013 at 8:01 pm
What a fun write. I have to curb my addiction to alliteration, but I love to see someone else go wild with it! Well done, Amy.
Sherry Blue Sky
March 24, 2013 at 8:26 pm
Va-voom! Great photo, and I love the wild child described therein! I’m so glad the prompt cheered you up!!
March 24, 2013 at 9:02 pm
Oh I so related to this as a former wild child–grew up awfully fast in some ways and do naive in others–terrific write Amy!
Cressida de Nova
March 24, 2013 at 9:21 pm
I like the way you share your life experiences…a lovely fresh quality to your work
March 25, 2013 at 2:11 am
O that extensive alliteration wrings/rings out all the wild strings within! A wonderful emotive poem!
March 25, 2013 at 4:56 am
I too love your poem and the wild yearnings of youth…. 😀
You are gorgeous…
I have to read your poem again
❤ the path you took!
Your edge works well ;D
March 25, 2013 at 4:57 am
It’s why I come here and read and comment and enjoy. we’re both wild children. Great picture.
March 25, 2013 at 6:01 am
I am glad you found your mojo..being wild has its downfalls but makes for some great stories..i guess it’s about finding a line that’s kind of on the edge but not the edge of a bloody great mountain.. 😉
March 25, 2013 at 7:47 am
Wonderful prose you’ve woven here♫♪
March 25, 2013 at 7:57 am
Amy, love this channel 😉 High energy and wonderful, your ribbon analogy was very fun!
March 25, 2013 at 8:49 am
Being a wild child is something to look back on with some pride, when middle age approaches.
March 25, 2013 at 9:16 am
A very vibrant portrait of youth and confidence, with some wonderful, wild alliteration. Nice job with the challenge, Amy.
March 25, 2013 at 9:29 am
Thank you Amy for mentioning me…
Josie Two Shoes
March 25, 2013 at 12:34 pm
Beautiful, delightful, alive with life! Our wanton ways can well be thanked for all the amazing experiences that have brought us to where we are! Loved your final note on the skirt, my smile generator for Monday morning. 🙂
March 25, 2013 at 3:15 pm
ooh lah lah and hot cha cha … you lookin’ fine mama (then and now) – and I’m betting your wild child is just under wraps, not dead or anything…yes? Great poem Ames…it’s music and the alliteration wowing…another winner…I see your muse is up and running again, bless her (and you)
March 25, 2013 at 8:46 pm
It is a wonderful experience to get to know ones own wild child. One of the better ones of my existence. Hurray to all of us who allow her to be exactly who and what she is.
March 26, 2013 at 2:24 am
wildsome; nicely presented
March 26, 2013 at 7:50 am
You were a weally wild wun! Great fun.
Lisa A.Williams poetry
March 28, 2013 at 6:32 am
Really enjoyed this! I remember those days.
March 28, 2013 at 9:29 am
Reading this poem was so much fun, such a vivacious and playful piece =)
Kelly Garriott Waite
March 28, 2013 at 5:51 pm
This is so great. I really love this bit: “Worldly wise wisp
wrapped in ribbons”. Reminds me of my daughters.
March 28, 2013 at 10:15 pm
You remind me of me. Love the photo!
March 29, 2013 at 8:19 am
the W’s was a treat. may be a wild child, but still delicate 🙂
March 23, 2014 at 8:55 am
Love stanza 2, with being unspooled, and of course as you take your place in “herstory” at the end. :o)