Tired Flames

Tired flames

Points of fire

Burning through my skin

No - it is lava

Exploding within.

A joint too well oiled

A spanner twisted too far.

A tree bent over backwards

And yet sticky, like tar.

A single grain of sand

The last drop of sweat

A step out of place

On a rocky moonscape

It is all for naught.

The rising sun hangs low in the sky

It rests it's weary head

We can but try, he said.

Thought I’d draw a little something spooky... ;)

Whatever made you think

That nymphs shave their legs?

That they felt shamed by their textures

That they were bothered by their womanhood

That they didnt wear their hair

the way they wore fuzzy thistles in their hair

And round their necks.

Whatever made you think

That mermaids sharpened shells

To shelp off the soft thin kelp

Beneath their arms?

That they would want to be smooth

And innocent looking

As a little girl.

They arent intimidated by extentions

Of their grace.

Whatever made you think

That a goddess would be bothered

By a soft garden between her legs?

Morrigan must revel in it

A show of power

That she is a woman

Her legs a fertile plain.

She does not ignore her animosity

She wear it upon her thighs.

Aphrodite knows that her beauty

Has never been impeded

by fruitful womans body

She wouldnt carve away anything that is hers

Just as she would never wash away the seafoam

From which she was born.

Freya understands

That with blood, and hair, and fertility

Comes wisdom

She does not regret her age

Or yearn for the nakedness of childhood

Her place is among valkeries.

Amoung the raw and the wild.

She is lusted after and admired

Even though she wears hair upon her legs

As she does feathers upon her back,

Even though she has legs like a doe.

I am an animal, along side any rabbit or elk

I am soft and lush.

I have earned this badge of womanhood.

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Silhouettes in the dark

As the moonlight glances across my knuckles

The crickets are loud

And the half-moon bright.

Crisp trees stand in relief

To the unchanging night.

An honest question

An honest question

Cuts straight to the heart.

An honest answer

I feel honoured and trusted.

I don't know about her.

I don't know about him.

But these bonds have grown stronger

And it will be hard to leave

This Sea is not Peaceful

This Sea is not peaceful

No scheduled arriving waves.

This Sea is not peaceful

No friendly dog in play.

This Sea is not peaceful,

Not the calm on a warm summer’s day

This Sea is persuasive,

A writhing, seething mass.

This Sea is enticing,

A treacherous trap.

A vicious force, a stunning blow,

Knocked off my feet again

This sea is

A violent respite

Salt burns my eyes, gritty sand everywhere,

A maniac laughs in delight.

For this sea is tempting,

Dark and deep.

A riptide lurks below,

And the wind whips harshly around me,

Like the pain of a sunburn

I will only regret

Later.

For now the waves of the un-peaceful sea

Have brought me back to reality.