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
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