A poem for the wild wombyn

As the moon reaches Her fullness,

I feel you, sister.

As the fires rage on,

I weep with you, sister.

As the heat of the summer fades,

I sweat with you, sister.

As we remember,

When we were burned for being Wise.

For embodying Sophia, we were called devil worshippers.

I laugh at their scorn

weave songs, breathe dances, swirl infusions, pick Her herbs, sew Her fibers.

I feel my heart, remember my breath.

We walk on.

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