I am putting on my snakeskin-tune boots, wings dripping wet with the ripple refrain

My heart is muscle ache sore after the bee sting symphony

The previous wane almost did me in, boiling skin and widow’s shriek

I was wide-eyed mesmerized by poet promises and ocean eyes but in the end

It was only a sea of broken-glass lies, he was locked in glass coffin on the mercurial bed

And quick, quick bottom bound ~  deep concealment, moldering secrets, seeping

Poison into the today ~ dark dropping, shadow skittering charade ~

Hush, there are black things creeping

Through demon dreams, stealing away your lightening strength and piping

Smoke into the crocodile bed, laying shattered for eleven days among

The bleeding hearts, clinging to the Magdalene’s feet, candle flicker casting

The promise of glow across my darkening features, my broken fate ~

I had thought the trinity complete, hawk shriek promises and sparrow whispers

I had seen the top of the hill, soft embrace and the sunset days spilling over

The ancient page ~ illusions drawn on soft skin, washed away in mother’s fountain

“Last time you saw him he drowned you in the still lake, crosses still

Burn with your secret name”

he was shredded tone and in need of eagle wings

In the end, the only protection she needed, was from the one who claimed

To be her protector, rotting brain with twisting thoughts feeding deeply from the harpy’s

Song, he left the baby in the basket ~ blizzard and lost in the snow blind ~ all was

sacrificed, not even a scrap could be saved, skin stripped from bone

“I destroy everything I touch”

Then he packed his bags, turned and walked away, already tendrils slipping into hearts

Less shattered by his scar scratched claws, reminiscent and sweeter to the taste ~

Blaringly quiet, stunned eyes surveying the surprise of the hard-won road ~

I draw around my shoulders the moon crust robes, take my vows, seal and reclaim

My soul, chakras in the pinwheel spin ~ “you are always you” ~ prodigal, I have been too busy with the quick sand karma and the tar pit trauma ~ but that is an older story and the skipping record will be broken between the sheets of the virgin bed ~

I will walk barefoot in the snow ~ I will never again climb into the snowdrift forgetting ~

climbing into the phoenix pyre, screaming with agony, embracing the pain, holding it in gentle cupped hands, I am learning to let it wash me away ~

birth then death then rebirth ~ spiral life and when it ends

I am tree woman with stars in my hair ~ my roots creating life within the earth and my limbs and leaves making love to the sky ~

I will forgive the father ~

I will remember my name ~

I thought it was all about the three and the seven,

But in the end it was all about the eleven, this salvia divination.