Wednesday, April 15, 2009


I would consume you,
the wind teased, running
a seductive tongue
of hair whipped
into a rope spiral
across a freckled cheek.
I would press you to grit,
erode you pitted
until each tiny flake
spins down, ever down
into the open maw
of the whining,
burbling stream.

And then the earth stood,
tall as a mountain man
pressing the wind gently,
persuasively aside.
No, he whispered,
his voice a gravelled path.
This one is curved flesh
and ivory bone; this one
is sun-kissed skin, warm
hollows, sweet deep navel,
jutting knees and elbows.
This one is mine.

Rachel Westfall
April 14, 2008


Woman in a Window said...

Oh Rachel, this is so sweet. I wish I'd written it! LOVE IT!

Here's me, shaking fist, daring the wind anyway!
(OK, can I swear here, 'cause nothing short of this will do, Fuck, I love the language in this one!)

RachelW said...

Haha! I thought of you when I wrote this one, Erin. I borrowed your spirit for it. ;) Swear away! I'm glad you like it. :)

christopher said...

Rachel, I am starting to get around again. Once again I find your vision easy to dance with.

I'm Already TakenThe wind and earth fought
over me but I belong
to the pale moonlight,
to starry rivers,
to the morning shine of sun,
to your warm rose heart.

Karen said...

I really like the posturing by the wind and the strong, quiet power of the earth to claim you.

Rikkij said...

Rach- a thousand images conjured up. all interesting and provocative. You really do magical things with your thoughts to form.~rick

RachelW said...

Christopher, so glad you are back. :) Lovely bit of poetry there.

Karen and Rick, thanks for saying nice things about it. Much appreciated!

Mairi said...

There should be a fairy tale about a girl who took the wind as a lover, but I don't think there is. I suspect he's just trying to impress you here with tough talk and could be nice if he wanted to be.I came to your blog through Cat's video. I liked what I heard there and I like what I see here. I'm going to try the trick with the amethyst.

joaquin carvel said...

love this - "his voice a gravelled path" - wow - and the images are just fantastic.

Cherie/ Butterfly Dreamer said...

The poetry right now is all full of passion. Must be the stars.....keep writing your beautiful poetry...

Linda S. Socha said...

This is marvelous. I love the images and the feeling of fantasy and reality touching and overlapping.

Kyddryn said...

And then there's the fire... :-)

Shade and Sweetwater,
K (still here, still lovin' my soul-sib)

Kelly said...

I love the image of the earth standing down the wind to claim you, love. Oh!

RachelW said...

Mairi, welcome- and thank you for commenting. I wonder if the amethyst will work?

Joaquin, thanks!

Cherie, yes, maybe it is something in the stars right now?

Linda, cool :)

Kyddryn, right! Don't get me started... ;)

Kelly, mmm... thanks!

Poetikat said...

I'd almost swear you were doing Theme Thursday's "earth". I loved it - especially the last stanza.


jozien said...

I love it Rachel! so sensual.

Guess Who said...

The sun and the moon
The wind and the rain
The river and the streams
The mountains and the trees
The love, the lust, the needs of life
The fire of life; The fire in the Lust


Aniket said...

Loved the imagery in this... and a great flow of words. :-)

Nicely done Rachel. :)

Anonymous said...

Conjuring up images in my minds eye with your words dancing on my heart. Beautiful, you. Just beautiful.

RachelW said...

Guess Who, keep going, keep going... I want to know where that one ends!

Aniket, Sarah, thank you both for the kind words.

Anonymous said...

Rachel, I loved this. The first line instantly prompted my own short verse. Was that stealing?

I've been away, but i'm trying to find my way back.