Women of Wyrd

For my sisters.

Lady of yarrow and sparrowsong,
Rowan, amanita.

Coal smoulder and river’s strength,
Gold, green, and scarlet
cloaking you as you call up the fires
slumbering in every soul.

Realm of flame and sea,
Solstice to Samhain.

Fingertips grazed across trees and rocks
call life to spring forth anew
Weaving wonder and light, bringing life
into being

Green-gold light and heartsong
coursing through
vein and cambium,
amber and bloodstone.

 
Butterfly
Of crimson and amethyst,
Eyes that hold the memory of
ten thousand years of starlight

Earth and rain are yours, dear heart.

Rich loam crumbled through hands blessed with song
Fairy of tree and fox,
starling starfire

Raindancer, seed-singer.

Yours are spring buds and torrential downpours,
Terpsichore of summer sun-showers
Willow, fern, and chamomile,
carnelian,
rosin.
 
 
Winds and sky are mine,
Stormsinger.

Words flung into gale and squall
Carried on the backs of wren and raven,
In the beaks and claws
of peregrines.

Hands a balm to cool and heal
the broken.

Realm of dove grey, blue and fawn,
Oak, ash, and yew
Bare branches silhouetted against
silvered sky, ripe with snow

Bare earth trembling with the promise of
Life renewed.
Feldspar, obsidian,
frozen moonlight.

This is we,
Sisters three.