19/10/2025
For the women in my life (this one and before) โข
She throws herself bare under wild skies
And knows the language of the moon
She listens so softly to the stars
Can speak with the stones
She breathes in ancient runes
Her hair streams as warrior queen
Feather strewn amongst flaxen field,
The break of dawn is in her eyes
Holds dusk in her palms
Wields midnight as her shield
From air she spins the thread of life
Forms vessels with her hand
Porcelain, mud, ink and clay
Etched pools, mountain groves
Making art of and for the land
As maiden, mother, elder crone
We paint, we write, we dance
Draw abundant flow
From above and below
To transmute, remember, enchant
Night and day are in her bones,
Whole seasons run through her veins
Adorns herself with the elements
River as belt around her waist
The constellations as her crown
She can light fire from her fingers
Trailblazes in colours through the grass
Carries stone rock and feather
Rowan haw hip and heather
Her power is her craft
Tides make way beneath her soles,
She sings as an alchemist of the air,
Swims as selkie siren of the waters,
Priestess of the peatland bogs
Moves swift as huntress of the hare
She hears how spaces are thick with spells
Attunes to the unspoken and unsaid
Picks up on all the subtleties,
Intuitive ways through the maze
And with this she safely treads
Her words are lemon balm
Verbena, chamomile clouds, she soothes
And all the remedying in the world
An apothecary of love and wisdom
Are steeped within her brews
She sits as one with animal kin
Goddess of plant and herbal lore
Birds and beasts her fellows be
Stands as muse to the mountains
Her ways a mystery to the moor
Wise and strong as oaken tree,
Yet soft as lambsdown pelt,
All these multiplicities at once
Quiet yet loud, humble but proud,
She gifts with voice heartfelt
And when we find ourselves stumble
In times of need and darkened days,
She is there at the crossroads,
Staff in hand, our guiding clan,
As Elen of the Ways
We run together with foal and horse
We swim from shore to shore
Baptise and bathe
In suspended days
Sisterhood is once more
Plus manyy more not pictured ๐ชถ๐ซถ๐ป
