She is a wild woman
She leaves her hair loose
And sometimes twigs catch in it
As she walks forest trails
With eyes turned skyward
Tracking the stars for some sign
Her home is wild as the forest
With rocks and bones
Dried plants and deer's antlers
Adorning every surface
Incense smoke unfurls from her table
Scents of sandalwood and sage
She keeps a broom on her porch
As a sign to passersby
Telling kindred spirits what she is
A curious pile of salt
Sits near her front door
Those who recognise it
Know that no unwelcome soul
May enter here
She treads a circle
Seals it with a sigil
Inside it, she sings
She laughs
She smiles
She creates
Things of love
As she destroys
What would harm
She walks in balance
Her ancestors guide her
As surely as the moon and stars
Everything she does
Contains hints of magic
Even her cooking pots
Are adorned with invisible runes
She heals and guides
She creates and gives
But those who harm
Her and her kin
Will wish they hadn't
Karma is her pet
She calls it to do her bidding
And it gladly does
She walks the earth and
Soil clings to her naked feet
Sky-clad, she dances
Only the clouds can clothe her
And she sings
The song of her ancestors
Words deciphered
Only by her clansmen
Words of power and summoning
Words of magic and ritual
She is an ancestor
As she is a descendant
In all things she strives
To walk in balance
To guide those who
Come after her
And come from her
She is a wild woman
Like her mother and
Grandmother before her
And she knows
That her daughters will be, too
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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