I've been drawing on the walls,
Up the stairs and down the halls,
All my colours crayon-bright,
Fantasies in waxen flight.

Leadfoot, heavy on the gas.
Weaving in and out to pass.
Laughing at the legal code,
Driving like I owned the road.

Free at last from bonds that chafe,
Free to run from all things safe.
Free to fly and free to fall,
Free to say I dared it all.

Pepper me with jealous darts;
I remain the queen of hearts.
Living fearless of the cost,
Singing to you from the cross.

"Spotted Hyena"

A hunchbacked queen,
Born fighting in the African grass,
Grows to kill efficiently.
Resplendent in ugliness,
Defiant in contempt,
She fills her space
With cunning grace.
I wish that I, 
On days like this,
Could wear her shaggy, spotted coat,
Laughing at the lions
With homicidal glee.

"Children Of The Field"

Every day I see them,
Faces to the sun,
Beautiful and rampant,
Blessed, every one.

Cornflowers by the roadside,
Lovely Queen Anne's Lace,
Humble little violets
Filling every space.

All the world disdains them.
They grow wild and free,
Overcoming hardships,
Just like you and me.

Taking all that's given,
Never letting go.
Bowed, but seldom broken,
Moving with the flow.

From their stubborn struggles
I learn not to yield.
Truly, we are siblings;
Children of the field.

"Damaged Goods"

Love held your wrists behind your back,
And forced your eyes to lock with mine.
Need stuck her fingers down your throat,
Smiling with satisfaction 
As you vomited your dreams.
Loneliness loomed outside the open door,
Disinterested and patient, 
While lust threw you up against the wall
And rifled all your pretties.
She chuckled as you moaned and shivered,
Then stood back to watch you crumple; done.

You can tell the world you fought me off.
They'll see your smile
And know you asked for it.

"To Myself"

Face to face, we lie safe
In the haven of shared breath, spirit, life.
Brave and tender,
He lifts my worn and pretty mask,
Bearing witness to
The face I feared to show,
The life I feared to lead.
Stroking that face with wonder, 
He whispers,
"Bella, bella!"
I believe him.

Who would I be today
Had I been "bella" all along?
Silly thought!

If the peaks of every mountain
That ever existed,
Were crowded with the ghosts
Of every choir that ever blended voice,
Singing in unison,
"Bella! Bella!"
I would be deaf to their music,

Until I learned to sing it 
To myself.

"This Is Not Yellow" 

We call this yellow.
Yellow is the way that we describe it, when they ask.
And we behave in a yellow kind of way,
But this is not yellow.
Never could be yellow, and never was.
Ignorant eyes paint ignorant enamel colours.
I could tell them what they haven't the wit or guts to ask;
It is red and soft, like fox fur,
And regal velvet.
It is hot like blood.
It is dying like maple leaves in autumn,
And I will NOT mark "Yellow" on it's grave.

"A Feral She"

Someone is here who was not here before;
A feral she, once coaxed from caves of shame
With laughing wizard-words and sleight of hand,
A poor neglected orphan with my name.


Whose break-neck spirit ran as horses do,
And hunted like the wolves, and knew their song,
But sang alone. Wild woman under stars,
With heart more lonely than her will was strong.


Today I smile for strangers in brocade,
Embroidered satin slippers on the feet
That pounded turf to mud; the wild one stirs.
I hear her howl, defiant in defeat.

"Spring Dawn"

Gaia, gowned in grass,
Feet in velvet lichen shod,
Presides at Beltaine. 

"Digging"

I'm digging a hole for my torn and bloody heart
With torn and bloody hands
Because I can.

Why should I try to dig it big enough 
For my dreams to share
When they're not there?

"For Dino's Cousin Chris"

Your logic is impeccable. 
I really must applaud. 
When you're compared to Socrates 
You start to look like God. 

You say all men want virgins, 
To crack that "freshness seal". 
To go where no man's gone before 
Is every man's ideal. 

Let's put aside the obvious, 
The reason they're so rare: 
A miracle there's any left 
With all the studs out there! 

Why don't we take your logic 
And turn it about face. 
We'll see if it's right on 
Or just a little bit off base. 

If she likes sex as much as you 
And won't play hard to get, 
You worry she's been just as free 
With other men she's met. 

A girl who says no easily, 
Who's not so quick to yield, 
Is just the type you're looking for; 
Her passion's unrevealed. 

Don't want to burst your bubble, 
Or tell you what to do, 
But don't you think that kind of girl 
Could say "no" to you too? 

Or did you think, oh wonder-stud, 
That with your magic touch 
She'd go from icy to "on-fire"?! 
Your ego is too much! 

I've heard it once, I've heard it twice, 
My ears are getting frayed, 
Poor men, complaining to the world 
How seldom they get laid! 

I can't pretend to sympathy; 
I've this to say to you- 
If you expect what you won't give, 
A big "boo-fucking-hoo!"

All writing © to Bella Boca.