Bohemian Girl
Painting by Nava Lundy
Painting by Nava Lundy
Bohemian Girl
Society moulded her into
submission, yet her surrender
was only skin deep. She tries
to cut the straining strings
but throws away the machete
and steps outside her mind
Her need for stuff slides
like a silk sheet of the bed
Her riches become purple
paintings, sunflowers
laughter and conversations
under the weeping willow.
She builds a house without walls
where her heart sleeps on the floor
of the forest and the fields
Like a wild breeze she stirs
the leaves of ignorance
and burns truth on pages
The covers of her book
ooze colour and openness
The ones reading her
sense love and peace
sense a free spirit
The spirit of a bohemian girl
submission, yet her surrender
was only skin deep. She tries
to cut the straining strings
but throws away the machete
and steps outside her mind
Her need for stuff slides
like a silk sheet of the bed
Her riches become purple
paintings, sunflowers
laughter and conversations
under the weeping willow.
She builds a house without walls
where her heart sleeps on the floor
of the forest and the fields
Like a wild breeze she stirs
the leaves of ignorance
and burns truth on pages
The covers of her book
ooze colour and openness
The ones reading her
sense love and peace
sense a free spirit
The spirit of a bohemian girl
Marja Blom
I love this poem, Marja. Your Bohemian girl reminds me of me many years ago. I especially love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Like a wild breeze she stirs
the leaves of ignorance
and burns truth on pages’.
Loved this. Oh, to be free ...
ReplyDeleteGreat, inspiring painting!
ReplyDeleteWe rather envy the bohemian girl of your poem fo her being a 'free spirit', a 'wild breeze'!
Thew girl in the painting looks as if she would be just as you describe.
ReplyDeleteWell done! These vivid lyrical lines flow freely like the openness of the unconventional bohemian lifestyle.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! This feels marvelous.
ReplyDeleteThe ability to take our lives and create it in a way to suit ourselves and not what other people think is a superpower.
ReplyDeleteI want to meet your Bohemian girl! She's everything we all secretly want to be.
ReplyDeleteLove this! She sounds like a force to reckon with 💝🥰
ReplyDeleteA beautifully drawn word portrait. Wonderful, mesmerizing lines in this. A pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteI love the third stanza so much, the extra-free house, the effects of the breeze (I hope some of that wind blows our way).
ReplyDeleteI love this! A house with no walls....beautiful portrait of a beautiful soul.
ReplyDeleteyou said it just right. that's what a bohemian girl is, great write!
ReplyDeleteLove this...like the way she steps outside her mind into freedom.
ReplyDeleteLove the rhythm and the objects portrayed. I think I'm a Bohemia girl too!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love your Bohemian girl..My spirit is dancing with her.
ReplyDeletea house without walls, sunflowers, conversations - my heart fills!
ReplyDeleteHi Marja - your poem evokes much ... bohemia - I'm probably too practical - but as I grow older I've become freer. I was interested in the artist 'Nava Lundy' - very talented. Take care - Hilary
ReplyDeleteGreat work! I truly felt this one!
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