Divine Feminine, 1 of 3
I am the crone
The creatrix whose impulse is rooted
In the ancient, in the archaic, in antiquity;
In the wrinkled and aggregate human soul.
And my life is spent in shucking husks
Until I reach the self unabashed, shameless,
Without restraint and eldest,
Tapping out my story with bare feet and knobbly bones.
I am Muireartach kindred, black and blue and battleready,
Have combed knowledge from life's storms besetting
Learnt my lesson from Grandma Turtle
And through the wise woman I am
Understand the mother.