I recently did an interview with Anelda van Wyk, homemaker and poet, on my blog, Altered Images.
Today I am sharing one of her English poems with you. Enjoy!
Hunted
words are hidden wolves
in the woods of life
hunting down
a wounded deer
– a broken h(e)art-
I walk carefully
– nursing my own wounds –
preventing my blood
from dripping
on the ground
slowly, I slip
into my secret place
my place of peace
near the waterfall
in the depths of the woods
trees, shielding me
moss, not betraying me
©Copyright Anelda van Wyk 2014
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