Accompanied by the animals and feathered spirit messengers, I grounded, watchful and curious for the new breed rising in Sophia’s embrace.*
I grew up all alone, girl in the midst
of raffish pretense, dismissed by a fist
when they’d insist that black is white, let fly
their rage when I’d insist in earth, not sky
the power source, mother, which a brother
could not perceive. Their might makes right a lie
subversive like the ivy I would cut,
beliefs like holdfast vines that cling and shut
til now they creep in darkness, boxed in dreams,
fed by unholy streams. Caught in deep sleep
they rouse angrily when they hear my song
exposing their alien worship, wrongs
feel right and so they call me crazed. I see
there is no waking from their daze. Lonely
I stride, barefoot powerful warrior,
rise as Gaia-Sophia’s storier.
And (featured images) this morning, Jupiter singing in the moonlight.
*Quote from my newly emerging novel.