If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.–William Blake
Here is a poem that I wrote last night while at writing club. I tapped into some of my “witchy nature” and I really enjoy it. It is quite a bit different from my other pieces. Namaste!
If Goddesses Wore Flannel
By: Michelle Curry
Shedding skin like memories of past lovers, I breath you in deeply
Lungs full of smoke, smelling of cedar and pine, you understand
You found me, my centaur and so we dance…
Dance by the willow in which you found me, by the river in which I keep
Moon lit skin cloaked in flannel, the red contrasting with my raven hair
Crown me with branches resembling those of our horned god, he is watching
He knows of our dancing, how you whisper sweet nothings in my ear
and the giggles that turn into babbling brooks and fireflies.
He watches as the reeds sing the melody and the crickets and frogs create the rhythm,
much like the drums of the human tribes.
Cover my face in Indigo with markings taught to you by the fairy folk.
Hands touch and hearts become one, you remember and you know,
I am your goddess and your love is what makes me glow.
Come with me my love and let us run away in the moonlight,
run to the in between and let us stay there forever more.