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In the dreamtime, I –
long gone down in sable,
cloudy-herbal smokes, far
sunk in chants and visions –
murmured up an image:

icon,
angel,
girl of flame,
knotted, tumbling mad
moon-lover,
black honey goddess,
whale-song seer,
ocean walker,
eater of briny stars.

Raised the steam-veiled, primal
sky-breather,
vine-skinned, wild,
water-ripple-haired pagan,
dancing bone woman.

Show your red soul,
night witch,
deep in the dark root halls.
Show your sequined,
high-magic face –
blood-lipped,
secret,
mine.

e. yon/2002 (from Fruit & Bones)

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