The far fetched free spirit
Far from being understood
Far from being fetched.
The endless wagging tale
Unpredictable
Fleshy
Flashy
Untaught
A bohemian blessing
I taste gypsy grit
Guzzling at that rhapsodical rush
Swollen songs
Of flowers, sunsets and old forest trees
nip at my fancyings
As I move to the music
My bragging shabby skirts
whirl to the undersong.
I boogie barefoot
Strutting with attitude
Spinning with stories
I am
A wandering grandmother spirit,
A soul sharer with a hunch
I stir with nomadic wisdom . . .
What’s that you whisper?
Pie in the sky?
Dessert before dinner please!
Make it flaky
Make it free
—Anke Hodenpijl
When Anke Hodenpijl is not a poet, she is a singer of songs, mother, grandmother, partner, gardener, traveler and foodie. She thinks life is delicious, poetry is the essence of joy and relationships are the reason for it all.