Mourgana of the Fey

the keening woman

an intimate stranger stood aside this road

coal cloaked bronze bonfires

signaling spaces were once eyes

 

in ruffled camouflage silence escaped

clothed as nomadic woman

her kajal mouth moving

 

once swan necked moon

graced grave formations

in a galaxy other

older than poesy

 

I virago, I Freya

staff keeper thread weaver

a name was given

 

from mine ears

Tuonela herding abide

incarnated stars

 

totemic maiden

I stand vigil

crib 

and

crown

me

 

sing kuru chant

my initials

death spelled

peel wisdom

from mine eyelids

 

beloved Vanir

we lay at Earths crust

wading through

the high grass

 

diadems from dew

frocks of late frost

return

 

Love is

the only way

to remember

 

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