Willow Woman, Where Art Thou?
A Poem by Kendra Yvette
I want to be the woman
beneath the weeping willow tree
barefoot, blithe, and blissful
who sways with the drapes of leaves in the breeze,
I want to be the woman
whose long tresses of coils
bounce in sync to her waltz with the wind
and flows in rhythm to her frolic
I want to be the woman
who moves to the heartbeat
of the flowing river
and makes the sands of the earth
bend to the will of her soles
I want to be the woman
whose beautiful face is marked with serenity
ethereal and graceful are her movements of jubilee
as she meditates and prays to her goddess
guided by the beacon of the full moon
She’s arcane in nature
only a bit out of reach
to adopt her present,
I must honor her in mine
So, for now, I’ll be the woman
who sways beneath the ash tree
with mulch and street beneath my feet
guided by the beacon of the waxing crescent
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This, was beautiful and evocative!
Strong emotions and powerful creativity.
I love the traditional depictions of femininity - in touch with nature, dancing gracefully, being beautiful. I also love Willow trees, they're so mysterious and bittersweet.
Love the weeping willow wannabe analogy and flow throughout this piece. Thank you for sharing.
Beautifully written. Sending this to all my witchy friends!
I love this
Really love this! Nice job. :)
Wow! Amazing piece!!