Moon Howlers Gardening Fire Dancers

I lament the misery of my femaleness and howl at the moon My garden alive with bursting thoughts of mightiness and plenty I am my mother’s savage daughter a Wiccan who will not swoon I run with wild Appanoose horses and will show my female power soon Savage yes! Mother’s daughter Follow me home Drink from the water I am a pirate queen, a warrior woman, a Stonehenge fate dancer My spells and charms full of goodness and love and hope for others I gnash my teeth, eating burdensome thoughts of my mother’s, Enjoying the hot, leaping, happy flames of acceptance, a fire dancer. Savage yes! Mother’s daughter Follow me home Drink from the water I spit starlight from my eyes, with emotional feelings that overcome me. My mother’s savage daughter, taking place throughout my spinning cells. I am the one you avoid if you fear mighty femaleness and full out glee. I am the Celtic of the winter of the summer of the solstice hot with she. Mother’s daughter Follow me home Drink from the water All women are moon-howlers, gardeners, spell gatherers and fire dancers. All women are mothers’ savage daughters, laughing too loud and too often. Pirate women, warrior women, chanters, singers, drummers, private prancers. All women are me; I am all women, each of us savage daughters ‘til our coffin. Mother’s daughter Follow me home Drink from the water