Sidhewolf’s Poetry - A Whimsy
Ξ August 29th, 2007 | → | ∇ Goddess |
FOG-SPUN
A whimsy
Co-conjured by Shekhinah Mountainwater and Cerridwen Sidhewolf
11/19/04
She moved without sound
In the garden by night
Wrapped up in the moon’s
Pale lovelight
She besat herself
On the mossy ground
To weave us a spell
With magic bound
She sang a tune
And it was a prayer
To re-spell the world
And all who breathe there
She was a Priestess, A Goddess,
A Woman of Fae
And she knew we would remember
Her gift one day
Now she goes to her garden
Each full moon night
And the faeries come
Dancing up delight
She waters the old spell
Now and then
And awaits the Awakening
Of women and men
She’s a Priestess, a Goddess
A Woman of Fae
A radical lover
To women who play
There in her garden
On moon’s full lit light
Where faeries can conjure
Up human delight
She waters the old spell
Now, as then
And awaits the Awakening
Of love in her glen.
