It had been many a strong wind that had blown her to this place
Many a hurt and many a word
That had shattered her heart and thrown rocks in her path
She stood broken in places
Knit together in others
A patched up soul without a tribe for a shelter
She stood barefoot, a wanderer, a wild one
Her eyes full of tears, her mouth empty of questions
A silent child, a woeful urchin
A woman whose soul still ached for expression
She stood naked and open
Ready for an awakening
Hail May Day—burning brightly—a Pagan’s celebration
A twirl ’round the Maypole,
The May Queen is waiting
The Green Man, her servant
Fertility births abundance
A sexual awakening
Hail Beltane—for lovers and dreamers and mystics
She fell into the fire
The fire of her own making
The fire of her yearning
The fire of the ancients
She fell like a star from a sky full of midnight
I’m no longer afraid, she whispered defiantly
You’re brave, said the fire, climbing her body
I need wisdom, she countered
The flames hissed around her
She fed all her wounds to the decadence of the night
She silenced the demons who wandered her mind
She drank from the cup of summer’s approach
Pregnant with hope
With reckless desire
She rose like the Phoenix
A thousand voice choir
Shimmering goddess
Lilith’s soft triumph
She awoke
Shakti’s daughter
She rose from the fire
Image: Paula Fernandes
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