• Michaela

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.

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