Reclaiming the High Priestess

Reclaiming the High Priestess

She beckons to me softly at first as we start our dance. I can feel her moving, twirling and spiralling through my body. She’s graceful for sure. Fierce, no doubt about it. She carries with her the scent of woods and the sound of a crackling fire. I feel into...
The ceremony

The ceremony

You laid down your mask And drank me into your secret. Those spirals of ecstasy Where the grandmothers are the guardians Players of light and dark Blowing shadows of smoke On the faces that gather to celebrate in our awakening. For all the blood spilt; This is the...
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