I was warned about Her, with a face so full of love and hunger. Beckoning, she calls softly. What is She?
Her voice flutters around me like the wind, Calling me Home
Rings of mushrooms act as her doorways, her court dancing around her
"Walter Jenks Morgan (British, 1847-1924), 'A Fairy Ring'" by sofi01 is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0
Without glancing back, I step over the mushrooms and flowers, into her arms
We step into a different world
"mushroom ring - psychogeophysics" by uair01 is licensed under CC BY 2.0
She cradles my head against Her collar bones; A hand cupping my hip, the other running over my back and through my hair- They lied when they said She was evil, Full of shadows and darkness. But Shes dark like rich earth is dark, Dark like the promise of rebirth given by the fungi and hungry foxes; But it's the rebirth that freed me
"spirit of rebirth, beltane festival, purbeck 07" by .FuturePresent. is licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0
This calls for celebration!
Her cry's call to me waking me from the terror of my dream I am not on fire, flesh dripping off my bones as they crackle. I am Home; Safe. Her voice calms me
I am no longer alone . I don't have to fear being burned alive in the name of a God that never was for grievances deemed immorale by mortals full of fear.
Sappho would be proud of us
