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WILDLINGS

This goes out to the mamas
raising the wild ones
the not to be tamed
the rare
the reckless
and the precious

you are shaping stardust
into human form
minding moonlight
till it’s ready to instruct the tides
and light the nights

do not expect the world to see
your diamond in the rough
sparkle
not yet
they cannot

but one day
they will be unable
to take their eyes away
from its shine

to the mamas of the wild ones
you are star gatherers
moon catchers
and dream shapers

and you are exhausted

but shaping starlight
into human form

was always going to be tough

and you are.

Donna Ashworth


This poem is in Wild Hope