by Carly Mountain | 13 Apr, 2017 | mother, Nature, Poetry, women, Yoga
The thrash of the tiger Is held so quietly within the stillness of her striped form. Soft muscularity, Terrifying black, gold beauty. Would my hand dare caress Her silken curves, Her pulsating chest, The vicious magnificence of her passion, Deadly and divine With no...
by Carly Mountain | 2 Aug, 2016 | Uncategorized
“Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning That is at one with your life’s desire. Awaken your spirit to adventure; Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk; Soon you will be home in a new rhythm, For your soul senses the world that awaits you” – For A...
by Carly Mountain | 12 Mar, 2016 | children, feminism, mother, Poetry, women
I do not have enough yes’s in my being for this poem. All power to you amazing women!
by Carly Mountain | 18 Feb, 2016 | Nature, Poetry
Lake and Maple I want to give myself utterly as this maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off every leaf; as this lake that,
no matter what comes
to its green-blue depths,
both takes and returns it.
In the still...
by Carly Mountain | 2 Nov, 2013 | feminine, Nature, Poetry, women
“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of summer, My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips” – Violette Leduc
