Her spirit imprinted on barbaric heathlands wrote
her love in blood oaths.
Painted in brythonic woad
guttural unspoken runes-
a woman at war with the bounty
between her thighs.
As she kissed the sinewed crevasse
where his warrior heart beat,
beneath the tuft of flame belonging
to her only when he chose to share
she knew he would be lost
philosophy bound to the selfishness of tomorrow,
the hedonism of today
a pregnant pause
before returning barefoot
to the earth
which birthed her.
Musings and Smatterings 
wow. nice.
a woman at war with the bounty
between her thighs…was an early line that caught me…love the feel of the pacing of this shan…and the lines on the selfishness of tomorrow and hedonism of today…and barefoot return….very cool…
and so good to see….far to long….smiles.
Those are incredible lines…I really echo Brian there, from the bounty to barefoot.
I feel I’m transported to the harsh highlands where a shield-maiden rules..wonderful story weaved in your lines.
So deep…and your mind takes me to places of my imagination that I have never been before. I love your style of writing my friend. 🙂
I love the painting of the barbaric healthlands, warrior heart beat & returning barefoot to the earth that birthed her ~ Lovely story Shan ~
warrior returning barefoot means some werk was put innnnnn. i got mythological vibe to this write me thinks, I dig it…
BTW haven’t seen u around dverse in awhile, Cherry Pie! thx for linking today 🙂
yes a women at war and she is always at war……….. she has to come out……… well said