In My Window.

'V' as in Vixen

A yellow moon has been checking up on me. Each night I lay here, overwhelmed in sadness, broken body sprawled in front of me,the Moon peeks in and checks on me.

I never thought I’d have to find strength like this. To be mostly alone and trapped in my bed, I never thought I’d get lonely alone in my head.

But the moon knows the worries and the moon absorbs much of the pain, She takes and She takes and has nothing to gain.

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#58 (the beacons long unflamed)

lunar poet

It’s not easy

being green

but green is coursing

through my veins

in witching hours

power grows

to fight

what’s trying

to divide

the darkest skies

the brightest night

may scorching sun may storm may  snow

I praise my love

I keep it low

I hum

I chant

I dance

I spin

to nourish  wisdom

deep within

the wells are dry

I call the rain

to fill the earth

to show the pain

you never ever walk alone

my thumb caresses

beloved stone


I call my sisters, brothers, mothers

we need to be a sting

that bothers

them


who look for gain

ignoring pain

the very earth they walk on

cries

their names are hidden

tomes of paper

once woods

protect their

deepest flaws

and while they smile

I whet my claws

the shadows keep me calm

and warm

I call upon the fire’s arms

to light the beacons

long…

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