She emerges from pines                       draped in white

on the back of a pale mare                 three wrens circling Her head

their throats gold   with wind              daffodils unbury themselves

garnet & bloodstone                            drip from Her   mouth

wane as the ivy moon                          fades into fog   

Night grows                                         within Her womb          

births constellations                            drunk on milk sleep

as lake nymphs lull                               fire-bellied frogs

making their beds                                 from lavender and leeks

sewing light                                          under skin

Rhiannon unspools                            each fever dream like thread

coats fresh wounds                             with bergamot and mud

healing blue                                        bones with Her hands

 

 

 

*based on Rhiannon the Welsh Horse Goddess

SARAH ESCUE

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