A she progeny cursed

 Erupts like a dormant gurgling spring
beds of hot coals cant burn her feet
 a source, tumbling `or stones, advancing  
beware, and best luck if you compete

Came from the womb, sense of menace forming
with the attitude of flaming hair
carrying a red triangle warning
"whatever- I don`t care"

Her life of lace and tattered rags
the morals were trampled
mysteries, the runes foretold, strewn from the muslin bag
no homespun Goddess, just a wild example

not held, or restrained
this wild mare paws the air
her mother wails with loud complaints
domesticity and lacking manners fair

That missing knitted bond
frustrated love spread with despair
comb cant unpick a ticking bomb
tread the path no others dare

 Abandoned dance, torso and limbs
 its origin follows any feckless whim
replica Josephine Baker dwells within
a cavorting mind, subconscious vim  

A free spirit born to fight and wrestle
an  aching wish, that never will subside
My she angel, witch or devil
the other me, lies deep inside